Goat ropers are the farm boys who dress up with big buckles and shiny boots, and come into town to impress a gal with, “Let’s go breed!” That’s usually punctuated by a grunt or two for emphasis. *snort* And usually ignored by girls with discerning taste...
Afternoon, Undead. Just back from the clinic. Vlad has the croup again, and we’ve got thunderstorms and a tornado warning, and I feel like death warmed over. I think I’ll call Amanda and tell her not to come tonight. If she can’t pick up the new closing song in the morning, she can just skip it.