Snakes and page 666 by my count. Poetry in motion.

Sorry Gruff and the rest...got more snake stories but will hold them close. Sometimes they're funny as chitt. No chitt. laugh I watched my Granddad crawl out of his pants one day after a moccasin crawled up his leg. He even laughed about it later, but he was given little girl screachin' lessons there for a sec...

Poobah, that dinner looks familiar...BTDT. Ever eat squill brains?

I never used an auto knife but only 'cause they aren't belt fed.


I am..........disturbed.

Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain