It was like a real-life episode of "My Name is Earl." I was helping my brother Jon (recently transplanted back to ol' Virginny) move into his apartment. We were figuring out hoe to secure the mattress to the top of the truck when dad suggested the twine we were planning to use was too thin..."just use this electrical cord!"
For some reason I got a real kick out of it. "Cue up the banjos! We's goin' UPTOWN!"
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Did Dad let you use the same extension cord he uses for his belt?
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