Burrito Boy

"This is Josh, he lives up on the mountain. He's a mountain man." "It's just a hill. I'm a plain ole hillbilly."

Awesome. Now that all of that is in one place, I need to get off my lazy butt and copy it so I'll have it if I ever get back to my books.

"I don't know if there's another storm coming or what." "Why, you achin'?" "Yeah, bellyachin'."

I recently saw this in the comments on a YouTube video and thought it was hilarious: Mild Max: Light Traffic Road It's not a genre-crossover in itself but it would be if Mild Max was played by Mr. Rogers.

Bomb shelter

I would play that game.

"Don't bark at sh*t that doesn't matter."

I love the way Mjolnir looks.

While working to repair the wheelbarrow I salvaged at the dump, my friend noticed the wheel was crooked and asked, "Do you want to go to the wheelbarrow races in Virginia City like that?"

You heartless monster! Worried about the masses while Hermit continues to languish in obscurity? I question your very humanity, sir!

True! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? On a serious note, I'm not surprised. I've dealt with insomnia for most of my life and I'm not all there. Keep your distance.

I've been suffering that a lot lately. You have my sympathy.

It's true about dry heat, though. I'd much rather be here in Nevada where I can handle one hundred degree heat than back in Texas where anything about seventy degrees or higher would make me want to die because of the humidity. In Texas, I had an air conditioner and still couldn't handle summer. Here in Nevada, all I have is a box fan and I don't even use it every day. The only real problem I have here is needing to drink about five hundred gallons of water a day to stay hydrated. Oh, and the chapped lips. I hate that.

You live in Nevada too?