Old hunting pard of mine bartended there a while back until they cut both his legs off from the diabeetus. And he ended up dying nohow. He was from Marble Falls
Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."
WS
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