Casual Words Of Importance. . .
>> Saturday, June 7, 2008 –
concrete,
concrete pump,
fucking A,
work
This early morning I was monitoring a concrete placement at what will be another unit of a local Mexican restaurant when I asked the driver of a concrete truck if he wanted some of my sunflower seeds.
His response:
"Naw, if I ate some of them now, it'd just make me want a beer and then there's no tellin' where I'd end up."
Amen to that brother.
