When I took the course, they said that after you peel 1 log, you've learned everything you need to about peeling.
Well I must be a slow learner... because I'm up to about number 18 (of 65!) and still learning.
I've learned that no 2 logs are the same. I've learned that every day they seem to peel differently. I've learned that if 20 people drive by while you are peeling, they all have 20 different opinions on how to peel (tho I seriously doubt that most of them have ever peeled a log in their life) and yet not one will actually pick up a tool and help.
I also learned in class almost every trick in the book to get other people to peel your logs (I must have been asleep at that point) yet I'm still here... still peeling.
I learned that you should get the boy scouts to peel your logs, and make a "donation" to the troop.
The logs in Washington must be easier to peel, or they got some freakishly large muntant scouts there, but where I live, "the boy scouts don't pack the gear to peel these suckers".
Hell, I've had 2 soldiers out helping me peel, and they've both been to war and they tell me it's hard!
So yeah, still peeling, and I do have to put out a special thanks to everyone who has come out and lend a hand. At some point there will also be a special token of my undying graditude to those who have really gone above and beyond.
But for now, "Get back to work bitches! We still got more logs to peel!"
"$%#$@$ you guys! I'm goin' home!"
Move over boys. Let the ladies show you how it's done!
After carefully examining all the scientific evidence, I have determined that this is indeed a log.
Um... log dog?
Nice to have friends.
