Dedicated to the philosophy of our Southern Heritage and Baptized in the traditions of the Mississippi Alluvial Delta Region . . . Well, that and watching ducks come apart at close ranges.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Not Slower, Just Slow
Okay, it wasn't any better this morning. There were, at least, a few ducks sitting in the field when we got there, though. John, Blake, Gibby. Chuck's. It sucked.
Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear, and when I do, it's usually something exotic. I'm good look'n, quite personable, and exeptionally humble. They call me Gibby, and I'm a likable guy, but it ain't easy bein' me.
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