My name is Biscuit, and I'm a hanger. It started innocently. I would hang in my backyard on a Saturday afternoon. Then I would hang during the week. Pretty soon I was hanging all the time. My friends tried to intervene, but I assured them I could control it. But no one can control it. Hammock hanging is bigger than the sum of its' parts. Some will not understand, but that's their problem. At this forum, I don't have to apologize for the monkey on my back. I simply compare monkeys with the rest of you.
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