Who lives here? Two people who loves them a driveway, that's who.
This is the path Amy and I stroll down on the way to the horseless carriage. I tap the brim of my smart cap to passersby with the tip of my sauntering cane. Amy's mysterious smile peers from 'erneath her gossamer veil. The chaps who meet her eye bumble about, fall into man-holes, place snuff into their eye-hole, cigarettes drop from gaping mouths. Ah! we arrive at the carriage. Let us roll through a ticker-tape parade to the opera! Huzzah!
That's Bob. He loves to swear and smoke cheap cigarettes.
SMOOOOOOTH!
A very patient friend helped with the kids during construction.
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