To any furs from Duluth, MN, it's nothing personal! YOU tend to be swell people, but the rest of your city is a bunch of crazies and every time I ever come to Duluth I come back with some horror story be it epic or insignificant nature. I've lost valuables, I've gotten sick, I've had to work in the dead of winter 20-30 below OUTSIDE all day long (and that's not even the sick part), I've crawled through some of the dirtiest of canopy, I've even had to dodge a life threatening accident or two. EVERY time I hear Duluth calling I go into lock down and ponder what stupid ass incident will be tossed at me this time to fuck up my day.

I drive the 2-3 hours to reach the site, so far so good. I walk around and greet the supe, check out the site make sure where all the important shit is - so far so good. I lower the gate on our truck and prepare to unload the window, and I rip my pants. Right on the crotch area god damn you Duluth! Well I can't quite stop everything right now, thankfully I have the blue undies so its harder to notice. I have to restrict my motion a lot to avoid provoking the tear. Thankfully the install was a lot smoother then most and 2 hours later we're packing everything up and leaving the site. Most my dignity already lost.

So thank you Duluth, once again you throw me a curve ball and find a way to say "kiss my ass your not getting out of this for free!".

-Twisted (and I liked that pair of pants too...)