Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out and smokin, shouting "Holy Shit ...What A Ride!"
Really, that's where I and my kids grew up, except on the Mississippi/Missouri Rivers, then we migrated to LOTO, we've got to get out West and check out Parker and some of the other spots, they grow up quick, pretty young lady.
Any boys that used to come around I would just get my guns out and clean them.....................lol
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