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.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Boom.
Chuck's. John, Papa, and crew. 'bout an hour on a p.m. thaw. Started shortly after one. In and out like a bolt of lightning.
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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