Monday, March 27, 2017

I've been out all day on family business.  I hope to write more tomorrow.  

In the mean time, hate mail.  It doesn't surprise me that the city boy doesn't know the difference between a rooster pheasant and a barnyard hen.  He doesn't know his ass from his equally malodorous oxter. I suppose that will lead to more clueless and ignorant wit from the clueless and ignorant twit.  His audience won't know the difference. 

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