A massive, 3.5gal reservoir, backpack-mounted, CO2-powered squirt gun. I’ve also got a couple of mounting brackets and a propane torch with some aftermarket modifications. Now, the clever person might surmise that the attachment of the latter to the former and the filling of the reservoir with something flammable… well, that could get super interesting and dangerous, couldn’t it? It’s supposed to rain later, and I blistered my hands a bit yesterday cutting some of the phragmites a little further away from things that I might not want on fire. The hardest part will be not cackling like a madman.
I can’t do this and that’s okay.
Do women still get bellybutton rings?
Don’t like the duck face on this one. Why does anyone do this?
Not a BBF candidate.
My arms were never this vascular.
Why would you make your phone look like money?
Happy Phragmites Armageddon Monday, everyone.
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