A ball goes on thetrailer hitch, to accept the trailer. I believe that the part of the trailer that attaches to the ball is a spoon.
This is one of those testosterone poisoned male things, “Hold my beer. Watch while I post this!”
:dubious:
I take back some of the things I said.
I put them back, and add opprobrium.
: purrrrrrrrrrrr :
Goodness.
I believe that you can take pills for that.
:rolleyes:
You enjoy being hooked to a trailer hitch?
O-Kay…
: strokes back :
A nice day of riding, work, a good dinner and a long hot shower. And I walk into some post about Doggio needing a neuticle.
I will try to get that image out of my brain before I go to sleep. :smack:
Please clarify, do you want one mount with different sized hitch balls or do you want Truck nuts? 
Ooooh, look at the time; I believe it’s beer-thirty! 
Thanks a lot. Now half the people on the train with me are giving the laughing loon odd looks! 
Up, caffeinated, off to work.
No, no, Gordie needs Neuticles, I’m anatomically correct.
Hitchball.
Our work is done.
**flytrap **- I do know what sort of balls doggio referenced in his post, having personally towed at least 5 different trailers with at least 4 different vehicles over the course of the last 30 years or so. My post was what one calls a “joke” - deliberately taking something out of context for a humorous effect. 
I didn’t dream about gay actors hitting on me, but I did have another on-again-off-again night. I was exhausted when we went to bed, but as soon as the lights were out, my brain went into overdrive and it seemed to take forever for me to drop off. So I’m dragging this morning. Apart from general tidying, today’s only plan involves hemming and stenciling 10 towels.
I need to RSVP for my niece’s shower. Today’s the last day. I hate showers, but I need to see my mom, so I guess I’ll deal. It’s being held at Mom’s house, not that any of you care… 
Rain in the offing. I want to go back to bed.
Happy Thursday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 52 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 77 and sunny for the day. Right now it’s waaaaaaaaay foggy. I have been productive however, I have chikin boobs and laigs in the slow cooker. This is the beginnin’ of the copious amounts of ckikin sallit sammiches I shall make for brunch Sunday over to the church house. I envision makin’ the chikin sallit today because I will need to make coleslaw tomorrow. Sattidy mornin’ is mowage time over to the church house and Sattidy evenin’ we have folks comin’ over for cocktails and an early dindin.
Ok, that’s all I got for now. I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. I reckon I should also get some aigs on to boil as well. Fun times!
Happy Thursday Y’all!
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I got nuthin. Is it quit o’clock yet?
Happy Thorsday!
I don’t know what it is outside, I’m cold inside
and have a big assed grumpy blurf as well.
I’m not that grumpy
did I scare y’all away?
Didn’t scare me - I just finished hemming 10 tea towels. I’m about to start stenciling. There’s a fun time!!!
Be glad it’s a shower and not that newest offense to the English language, a “sprinkle.” According to the advice columnists, a “sprinkle” is what you call a gift-grab for any baby past the first. According to Aunt Ryl who has changed a few diapers in her day, that’s a horrible word to use in the context of new babies.
More fun than I’m having I’m sure.
Just irk this am, then do the vacuuming I didn’t do yesterday because I ended up trimming off too much nail and blood everywhere.
One of the categories on yesterday’s Jeopardy! was “Large and In Charge.” I of course thought of swampy and Geoh-ja.
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