Well, I was more referring to the numerous scratches and pricks you get all over your arms and the tons of hay dust inhaled. But this works too.
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I grew up on a 280 acre hay farm. I wore long sleeves, jeans, a hat, boots and bandana. Would sweat my ass off, hay dust stuck up under my sleeves, scratches all down my forearms etc. It just sucks, no two ways about it. Sip*
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Just wanna get back on a tractor *sip
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I just loved how my mom would make me move bails of hay in between the barns and to the horse arena for apparently no reason. Ended up finding out she just wanted to keep me busy so I would stay out of trouble. Thanks mom Sip*
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I learned the art of slipping around unnoticed to not have that happen to me lmao sip*
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My favorite memory is on the last day of school for the year my mom ordered a dump truck of small logs, dumped in the middle of the drive way. I had to cut them into cord wood by hand. When I graduated she got a fancy pneumatic wood splitter. Sip*
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"Thanks mom i really appreciate multi-day back pain this is great haha"
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