You know, right now you should be looking at an endearing video of a short eared rabbit of the local city variety delicately nibbling carrot stalks carefully placed by myself outside my basement bedroom window. Because I told my wife I would regularly do so before she flew off into the raging sharp teeth of a savage Winterpeg Prairie storm on Feb. 16th trying to make Riga via Toronto and Frankfurt with an impacted wisdom tooth and absolutely no hope of success. She failed miserably at Toronto bye the way, a short run.
Well, you're not going to see the aforementioned rabbit in any recognized video format unless I re-record the admittedly easily staged event with my iPhone or some newer as yet un-purchased model of video velocipede since none of the files produced by these old technologies in my satchel (HP Flip as an example) will function anymore except as local feedback. Meaning, useless! Might as well let a cop steal it.
So tomorrow I shall shatter my Flip HP on Main street outside Earls before I go in for my Guinness and vegetarian foot massage with an accommodating local blogger, because the `flip has finally been flopped.
And I haz a sad. It was a fine piece of gear.
So tomorrow I shall shatter my Flip HP on Main street outside Earls before I go in for my Guinness and vegetarian foot massage with an accommodating local blogger, because the `flip has finally been flopped.
And I haz a sad. It was a fine piece of gear.
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