I was squinting to read the fine print font saying "now get the hell out of here!"
or something in that vein.
(We southerners can be some hospitable but blunt bastards.)
or something in that vein.
(We southerners can be some hospitable but blunt bastards.)
I am already a bit of a fetishist (for lack of a better term, obviously, because clearly I would have used it if I had a better one) for tractors. No, not an enthusiast. That implies some understanding of the machinery or mechanics in a tractor, which I have none past the simple instructions my better half has to shout at me (because I'm already rocking to the local top 40 stations in my noise cancelling but with AM/FM headphones) before I grunt a semi truthful positive affirmation of understanding and I chug along in 2nd speed down the yard into a good 2 hours of sweet and solitary mowing of our property. I love tractors.
I know, I am sooo non-photogenic*, hence the affection for something so
blatant as zombie facepaint in most of my blog pics, but just look at the tractors willya?
They are the eye candy here.
Get focused!
blatant as zombie facepaint in most of my blog pics, but just look at the tractors willya?
They are the eye candy here.
Get focused!
Sorry, you can see I'm not such of a scholar here but that don't matter none.
Mommy knows what mommy likes.
Shoot....the thing's got a huge saw at the front.
Mommy knows what mommy likes.
Shoot....the thing's got a huge saw at the front.
Love. No, scratch that.
Pure lust.
We find it more....how do you say??...oh yeah,..
Bad Ass.
I will save some for the next installment, cause this is definitely not the last you will see of tractors from moi.
~RR
*This is not to imply that I think of myself as unattractive. I know I'm fine. I just don't do well on film. Its like the 3 extra chins and one closed eye come out the split second before a frame is taken. Augh. The humanity.