While the lobster boy is setting up there in Maine feeding the wood stove and shuttling wood to the house in his wife beater t-shirt, he suddenly felt compassion for the poor POG folks in the south. Of course he's not cold, you can tell by the cut off sweat pants and flip flops while tramping through the snow. You know how the flip flops sound, flap, flap, flap while snow is flying up his cut off sweat pants giving the appearance he had an accident.

So, mister concern jumps in the Toaster and heads to Barney's Buy Your Crap Here and Milk Store, just south of Cow Shit Corner for some pre-washed Long Handles for Mr & Mrs Truk.

The mail came and here's the thoughtful gift....

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