my BIL raises goats for market. When one goes 'bad' he put in the tractor bucket and takes to the 'graveyard' in the woods. Walking around there at sunset is pretty creepy.
not long enough.
I haven't splashed yet. I was supposed to a week ago with an old high school friend but got sick. Shes still hooked up to Betsy waiting on me but Rule #3 is no boating on holiday weekends.
yea my twyping skills aint great and i dont check ernough.
I left that sentence alone - on the forum i used to have it was the game to figure out what the hell joe is saying. Interestingly, our resident kiwi usual was best at it.
