You are invited to provide a story to match the pictures.
Eric the half a brush
Rubies on snow
Bit of a nasty nick
I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. --W.S. Burroughs
It is lovely here.
Borg sees snow. Borg goes apeshit - it's spring, after all! But Borg has no shovel (and he wears a dress - but that's another story), even though any real man must have a shovel. In a fit of wrestling with the idea of a man taking care of business with a broom, Borg snaps. Borg asks Farmgirl to sweep away the snow with a broom. Farmgirl asks why can't you go do it yourself? A fight ensues outside (picture a), with much trampling of snow but no cleaning. The old BBQ continues to rust. Then, in a fit of rage, the broom is bent over knee by farmgirl, and the metal handle is weakened. Borg says, "Oh, look, now you broke it!" and continues the bending process until the broom is properly severed (picture b). Borg goes outside with half broom to sweep snow, and steps outside, throwing back a last insult to Farmgirl. He then turns his back to sweep, when Farmgirl returns quickly (having heard the insult) to slam the door on Borg. Too slowly, Borg attempts to stop the door, but somehow, puts his finger in as a doorstop instead. Wails of pain and weals of blood flow (pictures c,d,e). Not the lack of aforementioned sweeping of snow after said incident.