And this is why a redhead is an essential part of any plan to survive the liberal apocalypse.
Years ago, Himself had a friend up the road, with a crazy crack head wife.
She hated me.
One drunken night, she called here, wanting to “fight me”, for whatever crazy reason.
Eventually I grew weary of her ranting and offered to meet her on legally neutral ground, i.e. RT 40, right now.
She said she’d come.
And then I told her, after I was done with her, I was going to cut off her ponytail and hang it from the mirror of my Harley.
I waited for an hour, even though she was less than 1/8 of a mile away.
She never showed.
And she never mouthed off again.
Bummer.
I wanted to go all Celtic headhunter on her ass.
Frustrating.
:)
Part of me wonders if you think I was kidding about the “ornamental parts” hobby.
;D