I liked hitching rides on bikes that had that tall bar in the back. Many a happy ride to and from school, holding on to that bar with my feet on either side of that back wheel.
Well yes and no. As far as I know, your social security number isn’t tied to any mean tweets you sent.
Enter the magic rubber band! Kek
Correct. While some backyard breeds are bred to go from chick to broiler quickly, the factory ones are gross, unable to fly, sitting in their own crap, eating and getting larger. We buy from a neighbor a few miles away and you can see them running around, healthy. I’d rather buy a whole processed chicken from them and cut it up, than buy the frozen breasts from a store. Plus you can turn the bones and carcass into a broth and use all the other parts. It’s a lost art for so many people, cutting up a chicken.
I jumped off our roof holding an umbrella. I wouldn’t recommend it.
I like the idea but fear it’d be like two people standing on a cliff, saying, ok, let’s do this together, 1, 2, 3.. and one guy jumps, trusting and the other stands there and says, “sucker!”
It’d have to be an everyone or no one scenario.