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ORIGINAL: MasterCaneman

The smell of fresh cut grass.

A full wallet.

An empty mailbox.

Going for an inspection and not paying more than the sticker costs.

Campfires.

The smell of burnt gunpowder.

Kittens (got a problem with it?)

More in my tip jar than my hourly wage for the night.

Bullseyes.

Cuddling up with the GF when she's not on one of her tears.

Seeing bubblegums in the rear view and having them pass me by when I pull over.

Shooting stars (don't care if it's space junk, still pretty).

The smell of new leather.

Watching sailboats on the lake.

Seeing old warbirds flying overhead.

Coming here and watching a n00b troll get disassembled by the ladies (truly a thing of beauty to behold).

Not getting a gold letter.

Getting the latest issue of The Backwoodsman before it's sold out.

Cheeseburger, fries, and a coke. Fuck what the doc says.

Talking to my sister.

Beer and J.D.

Seeing the Bills or the Sabres win.

Seeing the Patriots or Dolphins lose.

Women wearing black leather boots (hey, I don't gotta explain here).

Women wearing just black leather boots. Giggity.

Women wearing dog collars.

Women wearing just dog collars (Re: Giggity).

Getting a parking spot right up front, just like in the TV shows.

Anything by Cake.

Sarcasm.

Off-color jokes.

A new pair of jump boots, just the right size.

An empty laundry basket.

Finding .22LR ammo.

Chocolate anything.

Halloween.

People who play B sides on the jukebox (I swear, I've heard Stairway to Heaven more than Zeppelin has. And Freebird, too).

When my till comes out even at the end of the night.

That's all I can think of for now. Much better to think about this than what annoys me. Thanks, K. [:)]