I really gotta pack it in...I’m beat.
Spent the day leanin’ on a long handled No.2 stupidvisin’ our Lt. Deputy Sheriff while he pushed around dirt with his Kioti LK30. We wouldda got finished if the judge hadn’t kept callin’ him!
A domani.
Don’t let Tork annoy you with his nightmares about okra. I dream of fried okra, hush puppies and BBQ. That’s why they call it ‘comfort’ food.
Nite Roccus.