Pops returned my chain saw last night and when I got it home I walked into the laundry room (didn't want to disturb my psycho neighbor at 10 PM) and fired it up to make sure it still ran.
Man, you should've seen CharlieGodammit and the Evil Cats go fucking bat-shit crazy.
So, not only did I get some cheap thrills but I have the wonderful fragrance of small engine exhaust all through the house. That's almost as good as the smell of freshly fried bacon.
Ahhh, 2-stroke exhaust. Almost as nice as burnt gun powder!
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