Hey, I grew up with a bunch of red-neck Ozark Hillbillies. Takes a lot to get on the wrong side of me. Only thing is I don’t handle very well is brain dead stupid.
I Know enough to know that you ain’t brain dead stupid, so you’re ok by me. LOL.
I double dog dare you to say that by the time I finish with my Christmas stories from the kid's house.
I started one tonight with the younger daughter... Once upon a time, this last Tuesday... the trash guys... It involves a couch, a garbage truck, crunching noises, and a darn good story, in my way of looking at things. Especially the way the trash guy sorta flipped up when the crusher caught the couch and when he fell he pulled the right lever and crunched it again.
/johnny