Originally Posted by BobBrown
Old Coot is rubbing his cooter on the warm asphalt again


Been running hard, Brother.
Wide open and a quart low but simmering in place presently. Got in a quick Whitetail hunt behind the house. No joy, just does eating my corn. Corn whores, I call’em.

Tell Flave howdy for me when you see him shaving in the mirror.

The degree of my privacy is no business of yours.

What we've learned from history is that we haven't learned from it.