We wound up being one trellis short and wound up having to run back, (oh boo-hoo), to Home Depot. I always forget how much damn money of ours this place gets every year …. No wonder I have an orange fetish.

When we got home I tickled myself by *trying* to find meaning behind how each of us attached said trellis to the car.

The exercise was probably less like reading personality test scores and more like illustrating a sliding scale of mechanical prowess from retired Boy Scout to retarded boob.

regardless…. the answers are behind the

A: Kevin
B: Jim
C: Chad

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D: A chicken.