Wrong place, wrong rime I guess
While this is a terrible tragedy, I couldn't help but be amazed that there is an organization with a badass name like the Black Rock Rangers out there, fighting rime, rescuing lost hippies and whatever else it is the Black Rock Rangers do on a daily basis. I feel a little safer, knowing that they are out there,…
I'm not gonna lie, my mental image of the wombat was a sort of Nightmare Creature that I'm sure doesn't exist outside of Lovecraftian horror stories.
26 years and I've finally learned what a Wombat is.
When I worked Saturday mornings in a grocery store freezer unloading pallets, this was me. As soon as that 6 inch thick steel door closed behind me, I was dance machine... and I didn't work for nobody but me.