Every time I open my door (and run into my dead tree), I am compelled to sing a snippet of Elvis: "In the ghettoooo . . . "
And I don't even like Elvis that much.
But I guess I know what to name the tree.
Stay classy, SmallPort.
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I came back to your house one night and it was laying in the driveway I decided to move it and keep it layed down rather then risk my car being squished. It was very windy.
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