Ditto. I reckon it comes as no suprise I've had some ghost mess happen to me too. Some of it is purty funny but I'd rather not risk bringin it...
You had me up to the part about em followin you home. I aint got no more room in the trailer for no more folks; living or dead. If it caint sleep...
Sounds like my first honeymoon... but the long walk was not by choice... they don't make Fords like they used to.
:lol:
My redneckisms was picked up from Raleigh, Garner, Wayne and Chatham Counties... one big ole redneck stew with a side of pork-n-beans.
I've been using it like that my whole life... and I didn't grow up in Joco. Heck, I mighta brung it down here.
9th grade was the best four years of my life.
... and the title is a joke. I'm real proud of these youg'uns... specially the one who can lift a car.
http://www.wral.com/news/state/story/9699422/
Boy's Life- Feb 1989
I like it my dang self. Reminds me of granny and papa sharing a set of upper teeth during Sunday lunch. That was recycling.
I used to have an Uncle named Basil... or Baysel... or something like that. Man used to love beef jerky and cheerwine. He used to pick up ladies...
I think my lady-friend mighta found it. PM me if you want it back.
3:38 am and you just got it done? Bo, that pool guy works odd hours.
I have a stupid question and hope I don't get blasted but if I use the drop site on Barber Mill do I need one of them tags? This would be...
Is it my love fer chocolate or my keen ability to relate to the trash man on a personal level?
You musta spelled that wrong... Harleys don't need engine work... just more chrome.
Translation: She's hot.
You'da thunk your clean driving record and repectfulness woulda earned you a dang warning... dang quotas
I get my dang dillys by the box. Frozen chocolate layers over a smooth ice cream filling knows no social boundries... including rednecks and trash...
Separate names with a comma.