I was pretty exciyed yesterday when the firewood my husband ordered arrived. It was accompanied by a smoking hot guy who was kind to my baby and could stack wood like nothing I’ve seen before. My brain was in full on fantasy mode thinking about this guy (think a thinner Alcide from True Blood). Then, I found out what he calls himself. His busniss moniker ruined it for me.
He calls himself Woodchuck Russ.