I would've came down to that new saloon, but I assumed Happy Hour was over by the time I got home from work@8:00PM.
I'll stop by this week to get my reading glasses, (which will become extinct after I get my Lasik laser correction), I just have to meet the gal that said "I do" to you!
BTW...Don't do anything stupid like put my glasses on one of those hairy cats of yours. LOL
That's cool, but yer differences in opinion over a women's right to slaughter her unborn child needn't make y'all adversaries necessarily, my FRiend...MUD
BTW..."I would've came down to that new saloon"
We do gotta do it again...that place rocks with hundreds of microbrewery beers that you'd love!!
We can't tell her yer coming then, 'cuz she KNOWS all you FReepers are Trailer-Park Trash who are gonna steal the MudCave as soon as we leave fer work the next day...LOL!!! No, the Missuz has met one FReeper other than me in her life...and it scair't the dickens outta her!!
Here's my version of the story...but both Dirty Harry and the Missuz might add a little spin to it!!
Me and the Missuz rented out a cabin on summer out at Hungry Mother State Park in Marion, Virginia and I'd been telling some of my Southwest Virginia FRiends that we needed to get together sometime when I got out to their neck of the woods. Well, Dirty Harry knew my name, and I told him we were heading out to a cabin in Hungry Mother and that he should page me and we'd get together for lunch or something. Somehow our wires get crossed and he comes a day earlier than I'm expecting and both he and my family are sitting out on the Beach all day but neither of us has any clue what the other looks like...LOL!! Anyway, we go back to the cabin only to find out we're outta toilet paper so while Renee and the kids are showering up, I book on over to the MainOffice to get ourselves some TP. While I'm gone, Dirty Harry pulls up to our cabin on his Harley!!! And this is where it gets a little hazy...the Missuz claims that Harry's wearing nuthin' but a red,white&blue speedo when he hops off that hog and askes "Is Mudboy Slim here?!"
The Missuz 'bout had a heart attack gettin' the young'uns back into the cabin, safe from this apparent MADMAN!! Luckily, I show up a coupla minutes later and meet DirtyHarry, one of the most genuinely nice dudes you'd ever wanna meet--and a Nebraska Cornhusker to boot--and he was wearin' cut-off jeans over whatever bathing suit he was wearing underneath, and I didn't ask to see them as the RW&B Speed-O story wasn't relayed to me until after DH leaves...LOL!!
So, jla, you'll be only the third FReeper my wife has ever met, and she sincerely believes the first two are raving lunatics...so please behave!!
FReegards...MUD