When my grandpa was alive I would always joke with him, because I never knew what he was trying to say until his full sentence was finished. I wouldn't understand a single word until he was done, then magically it all made sense.
This is the opposite. I know all the words, and was tracking pretty good until about 2/3 of the way through, then I left the road and ended up flipped over in a field.
What’s scary is I halfway understood what he was talking about. And I get to write this waiting on a tow truck to pick up the second tractor to break down me in the past 2 weeks!!
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