Yeah, sure, draw a map to your ranch, and post it and the address, so I can research it to see if it's really you.
Drive to Aspermont. Stop at DQ. Have your last meal. Then drive to the Double MountaiIn Fork of the Brazos River Bridge. PM me from there. I can see it from my front porch. You’ll be in perfect Range. It’ll be a chip shot, as you “Eggspurt” golfers like to say. Like I said. Anytime Scooter.
So you're going to shoot me with your rifle, and kill me and not let me even come onto your place?
I thought you could stomp my azz into the ground, so why do you need to kill me from long distance if you're the badazz you claim to be?
What’s a chicken schitt little ElkTurdBurglar to do ??? Besides be a giant Pussy. You scared boy??? C’mone and enter the “domicile”. We’ll talk face to face about breaking all those made up laws you keep telling us about.
"Allways speak the truth and you will never have to remember what you said before..." Sam Houston Texans, "We say Grace, We Say Mam, If You Don't Like it, We Don't Give a Damn!"
