Dave Coins a New Verb

Tuesday after school, while I was walking the dog, I blair-witched myself in the small patch of woods between Donaldson Park and the Donald Goodkind Bridge . . . but after twenty minutes of walking in circles, I was able to extricate myself (and my dog) before Rustin Parr slaughtered us in his shack.

2 comments:

Alec Stoll said...

I've done that too! That little patch of woods is surprisingly dense and the 'trail' is basically non-existent.

Dave said...

we wouldn't make it long in the wilderness . . .

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