
I know the abortion issue is a touchy one for many, and I can usually deal with preachy outdoor stuff like this or this, but this was just so, well, fucking odd. Not sure what side you come out on, but I am a firm believer that cement is not cement until it becomes a block, and not just when it’s sand and gravel.
But that’s just me.
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Wow! That's an interesting attempt at an affinity partnership. Manure storage and babies - I'm feeling the link. No I'm not - that's just weird.
Excellent find. You gotta love chaotic cobranding. In fact, it kind of ads interest and recall. I remember seeing a handpainted sign outside an old frame house once that read: "Rabbits. Old tires. War stories." I'm still trying to think of a way to make a coutnry song out of it.
Actually... if you think about it really hard, trying to make sense of the whole thing, maybe sand and gravel is like the sperm and egg, wet cement is like the fetus.
No matter what you do, the cement will harden into concrete.
But I doubt you could give them that much credit.
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