Whew! Just narrowly avoided a " f**k around and find out!" moment..Re-holster your side-arm Cowboy.
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Whew! Just narrowly avoided a " f**k around and find out!" moment..Re-holster your side-arm Cowboy.
Lucky I had put my coffee down before seeing that one.
This is absolutely a real life story....
This is absolutely a real life story....
For many years for the 4th of July
we would claim a section of beach
on Elephant Butte lake in TorC NM.
A local divorce lawyer (bear in mind
this small town had a population of
5500 people), would show up on the
boat ramp handing out business cards.
Another friend had a tow truck parked
halfway down the boat ramp.
My wife's grandfather spent his last Christmas with the family at the age of 94. He drank his entire life, and smoked four packs of Pall Malls a day. My mother in law lifted the ban on smoking in her home. I lit his cigarettes all day, and poured whisky for him, as he no longer had the vision or hand dexterity to do either. We should all do so well.
WE had this sweet dog that LOVED ice cream. She fell victim to some rare brain disease...I wrote about her here:My wife's mom kept mumbling about ice cream on her deathbed in hospice.
I went to the nearest store and got a orange sherbet "screwball" (it's what they had that was closest to ice cream).
My wife held it so her mom could get at it.
That was the last thing she ate.
Ha! my wife would kick your ***!