All I ever did was toss hay bales. All mom’s side of the family messed with the cotton. And I’m damn glad I didn’t have to do any of that.
Dad thrashed peanuts by hand.
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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