once a year they open it up for a big festival and I go and sit like a wart on a toad ready to tell everyone “those bleachers are where the shitter used to be. this one time grandpa H1 (i have too many grandpas) was placing a cement slab over the new, larger septic and the slab cracked. grandma told him he needed to pour more cement and make a new slab, but he was insistent. got up there on top of the crack and jumped on it a few times to prove his point. well grandma proved her point by hosing him off in the yard before she’d let him come back in the house.”
And for which politicians to entertain the state’s bigwigs and do some horse trading at the clubhouse.
oh this is the worst part.
town bigwigs. not even county.
once a year they open it up for a big festival and I go and sit like a wart on a toad ready to tell everyone “those bleachers are where the shitter used to be. this one time grandpa H1 (i have too many grandpas) was placing a cement slab over the new, larger septic and the slab cracked. grandma told him he needed to pour more cement and make a new slab, but he was insistent. got up there on top of the crack and jumped on it a few times to prove his point. well grandma proved her point by hosing him off in the yard before she’d let him come back in the house.”