I told them I’m raising Tasmanian Devils. They wanted to know if I had a license. I sent them a photocopy of my driver license. They threatened to throw me in jail. I threatened to turn my Tasmanian Devils loose. They threatened to confiscate my farm. I threatened to make them live up to that promise. They threatened to make my life a living hell. I said I was already married. They threatened to tie me up in court for years. I told ‘em I wasn’t into that kinky stuff.
LMAO! I feel like that! A younger LRS might have scrawled “Ain’t none of your damn business!” on every page and mailed it back in! But I’m getting old, so I’ll follow the instruction and let them know that I do not farm.