shouldazagged
Absent Comrade
I have some deep, dark, terrible secrets I feel impelled to confess. Perhaps my doing so will help some of you good folks to unburden yourselves as well. Here goes:
I really like Spam. And liver, and okra, and squash, and grits, and buttermilk, and turnips, and blackeyed peas. I'm an old East Tennessee boy, and sometimes just can't help myself. I fried up some Spam for breakfast this morning.
I don't much care for catfish. For a Tennessee native this is practically a hanging offense.
I only own two handguns now. Oh, sure, they're both good solid S&W revolvers, but there are only two. And since I live on Social Security, there won't be any more.
I still say "Yes ma'am, no ma'am, thank you ma'am, please." And I don't give a damn if they like it or not, I am by God going to open doors for women, and men for that matter. I'm seventy-five, so sue me.
I'll fish for anything, but have a terrible weakness for catching very large carp on light tackle.
I will not watch any so-called "reality TV" (a total oxymoron) that features phony staged or deliberately-generated competition, bad-mouthing and back-stabbing. Or crude people getting drunk and behaving stupidly. "Crochet Wars" my elderly derriere! Closest I'll come to reality TV is "The First 48", "Alaska State Troopers", "Border Wars", "Swamp People", and "Animal Cops".
I don't understand why the hell anyone would have the slightest interest in Lindsey Lohan; anyone named Kardashian, Snooki or JWoww; or the very public private lives of flakes like Charlie Sheen.
My favorite caliber is .38 Special (+P), my favorite rifle style is lever action, and my pick of shotgun design is side-by-side, box-lock, two-trigger doubles.
Okay, Father, give me my penance. Just don't make me watch reruns of "Real Housewives Of Any Damn Where".
I really like Spam. And liver, and okra, and squash, and grits, and buttermilk, and turnips, and blackeyed peas. I'm an old East Tennessee boy, and sometimes just can't help myself. I fried up some Spam for breakfast this morning.

I don't much care for catfish. For a Tennessee native this is practically a hanging offense.
I only own two handguns now. Oh, sure, they're both good solid S&W revolvers, but there are only two. And since I live on Social Security, there won't be any more.
I still say "Yes ma'am, no ma'am, thank you ma'am, please." And I don't give a damn if they like it or not, I am by God going to open doors for women, and men for that matter. I'm seventy-five, so sue me.
I'll fish for anything, but have a terrible weakness for catching very large carp on light tackle.
I will not watch any so-called "reality TV" (a total oxymoron) that features phony staged or deliberately-generated competition, bad-mouthing and back-stabbing. Or crude people getting drunk and behaving stupidly. "Crochet Wars" my elderly derriere! Closest I'll come to reality TV is "The First 48", "Alaska State Troopers", "Border Wars", "Swamp People", and "Animal Cops".
I don't understand why the hell anyone would have the slightest interest in Lindsey Lohan; anyone named Kardashian, Snooki or JWoww; or the very public private lives of flakes like Charlie Sheen.
My favorite caliber is .38 Special (+P), my favorite rifle style is lever action, and my pick of shotgun design is side-by-side, box-lock, two-trigger doubles.
Okay, Father, give me my penance. Just don't make me watch reruns of "Real Housewives Of Any Damn Where".
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