No such worries, inconvenience or societal discomfort here. You know your own tribe when you go drinking with it. Off the bat. And give a nod to Albert the Shrub for inventin' the Internets while you're at it.
(Honestly, I think these boys wish they'd made The List!)
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7 comments:
What a couple of handsome devils!
Jimmy drug me away from my Battlefield 1942 pc game to see this blog!.....is okay...I need to stretch my leg anyway...bean sittin her fur 36 hours shootin commies and krauts...but it was nice meetin you that day at the lodge hall Miss Gracey....this calls fur a cold beer...give em ale you honkies!..moe
Ahhhhh, young love.
Young love, eh?...not unless they's over 18 and/or their daddy can't shoot straight....Love stinks sometimes at any rate...nice blog place you got here...Haulwood
It's "CAIN'T" shoot, HopWood. CAIN'T. Spell it with me: c-a-i-n-'-t. What kinda hillbilly are you, going around using the King's English and such? Hmmmpphhhh... And yeah, love always stinks, when it ends. And it always seems to jump the shark sooner or later.
Wail, hail..whut can I say....redneck vernacular has always bean my farte. My inner voice is always like that except when I'm paranoid about my odd behavior or facing difficult questions concerning life in this particular error in space and time...then it sounds like Henry Kissinger, rather constipated from too much microwaved pasta and candy corn casseroles with breadcrumbs & coconut on top baked at 350 for an hour or so and sprinkled with cayenne pepper. Hope to see you sometime again and slam a few cold ones back..H
damn...how'd my nickname come out as my blog name?....I'm goin back to Wake Island and shoot some more cheese nips..
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