My pard sees a guy pulling outa the gas station, he's sure it's his brother. So he aims his truck right at what he thinks is his brother's car. Guy freaks (can't blame him) and goes in the ditch. My pard "oh chit, that ain't my brudda"

pulls over so he can explain and snatch the guy out with a tow strap. The guy ain't having it he's PIZZED. Winter time here, it was slicker than chit out at the intersection. Every time he spools up to haymaker my pard his feet go out from under him. Ron is dancing backwards trying to explain what and why happened. Finally tells the guy "you fall many more times you could hurt yourself" finally got him calmed down enough to pull him out.

Said the guy never has sent him a Xmas card.


I'm pretty certain when we sing our anthem and mention the land of the free, the original intent didn't mean cell phones, food stamps and birth control.