i don't know where he is but i miss him, maybe the locals have him strung up in the back woods. (think duling banjo music) or he found a big field of weed growing on some back trail and hasn't made it out yet? or that turtle got ahold of him?
There's nothing wrong with crappin' your pants. It's a very liberating experience.
Sorry, I missed you when you were in town Butch. I flew home the day you got home. Bad timing. The pics you've posted look sweet. Looks like that would be a great place to live. Well...the 56k would suck.
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i don't know where he is but i miss him, maybe the locals have him strung up in the back woods. (think duling banjo music)
or he found a big field of weed growing on some back trail and hasn't made it out yet?
or that turtle got ahold of him?
butchy we miss ya, come back to the blog soon
I have a 56k modem setup right now so my internet is kinda slow thus, it takes more time to download stuff and send out pictures.
I about stepped on a copperhead snake yesterday and then crapped my pants and had to clean them out.
Butch
56 k hu,
sucks to be you.
you got more in common with that turtle than you think don't ya.
stepped on a snake hu, no picture,
what's up with that?
There's nothing wrong with crappin' your pants. It's a very liberating experience.
Sorry, I missed you when you were in town Butch. I flew home the day you got home. Bad timing. The pics you've posted look sweet. Looks like that would be a great place to live. Well...the 56k would suck.
Tony Toth moved into the Hotel. It's sweet.
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