My kids used to “camp out”. I let them go about a tenth of a mile away one night (1980ish), I could watch their fire. The next morning they came home and told me that they ate a rattlesnake!
Some illegals came upon their camp and they had a rattlesnake for dinner so my kids shared their beanie weinies and spaghettios with them and the illegals shared their rattlesnake. That was back in the day that illegals weren’t scary.
***My kids used to “camp out”. I let them go about a tenth of a mile away one night (1980ish), I could watch their fire. The next morning they came home and told me that they ate a rattlesnake!
Some illegals came upon their camp and they had a rattlesnake for dinner so my kids shared their beanie weinies and spaghettios with them and the illegals shared their rattlesnake. That was back in the day that illegals weren’t scary.***
Yeah. People are people. Immigrants are immigrants. My father was an immigrant and so am I.