I received a rope in the mail today. Granted, a rope that will support my frail insignificant body should I fall off the face of a rock. Nonetheless, It’s simply a rope. I spend a significant amount of money on this recreational accessory. On a rope. A rope professionally manufactured to support thousands of pounds of pressure, and ultimately save my life if need be, and I spent a stinkload of money on it.
A freaking Rope.
I’m naming her “Mama”. This, hopefully, will put a bit more significance on this object that I will bound with very soon.
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