BTW, GOD bless youse farmer guys, BGG and Sam.
I'm not a farmer guy.
Not made for it. Love it, born to it, but couldn't do it for a living. My hat is off to them that do and can.
Mine too, BGG. I drive by and see the big fields my grandad used to spend all day planting and breathe the fresh air and think about how nice before thinking about the exhaust he breathed half the day from the exhaust 2 feet over the cowling when the coastal breeze was from the south.
Or my other Granddad trodding all those miles on foot all day over the clods turned up by the plough Ole Bill pulled and remembering the smell of those sweet corn farts he emitted all day.
Hot dayom i hope that Eve biotch had fun being seduced buy Satan.
