Speaking from experience I've never been busier since retiring. Everyone thinks you just lounge around all day so you end up being the go to guy when they need help. Some of this was self-inflicted when I volunteered to take on the scoring duties for the dirt bike organization and it somehow morphed into almost a full time job.
No, no...That's creating a problem. Unless it's a Barry-Goat, then it's head is up its ***, so the oat stuffing thing feeds it. Also, the oats are good for its heart, which is a good thing!!
I see it as more reminiscing than complaining. You know, like .... "Remember that time we all rode down to Stagecoach in the rain? And Billy Bob got so drunk he dropped trou?"
And it wasn't Billy Bob. It was Barry.
Dolly met with an unfortunate end 2 years back. She fell into a 5 gallon bucket of paint an drown..
Better not plant her to close to Tim's tree or he's gonna come back and give you a jimmy kick to the nut sack.Barb, we need to make sure that Bust:
1. Gave her a proper burial.
2. paid homage to all she went through.
3. Laid () her to rest in a spot that has a nice view, and didn't just dispose of her broken remains under cover of darkness......
If we can swing it, I am hoping to make her final resting place either a BMR points spot or perhaps an IBR rally point. Failing that, perhaps we can convince Carver (who thankfully stirred the pot to once again include a thread that has Borat, cleavage, sheep and IIRC cattle prod colonoscopy's, and many denizens unknown to the noobs who think this is a technical forum) to find her a spot at the Hondarosa.
