“Neighbor’s goats got me through the winter.”
Did you want to re-think that statement? LOL!
I mean, I KNOW how hard the winters are up here in The Great White North, but really. Dude. Have some PRIDE! There have GOT to be some women in town; local tavern, bowling alley, the trading post, etc. LOL! :)
Besides, I took a vow of celibacy, so goats or chicks from the bowling ally... I can't afford a date, and I wouldn't anyway. Either way.
But dead goats made great chili that kept me alive. The squirrels were mostly won-ton soup kind of things.
/johnny