I got PTSD from dragging one of those fuckers up three flights of stairs, back in the 80s. Had a good job, single, decided to splurge on a massive 27 incher, or whatever it was back then, without ever considering the logistics of such an operation. A lot of Yosemite Sam-style muttering that day, let me tell you.
I got PTSD from dragging one of those fuckers up three flights of stairs, back in the 80s. Had a good job, single, decided to splurge on a massive 27 incher, or whatever it was back then, without ever considering the logistics of such an operation. A lot of Yosemite Sam-style muttering that day, let me tell you.