6 O'clock and 29 degrees and it are supposed to get to 50 today. I hope so. I certainly hope the ice storm passes us by tonight. I have had enough of that stuff.
The Quaker agitator posted that McCain had voted for torture in the last few days. Sickening to say the least.
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Nice photograph. I like the chickens and these are beautiful.
About McCain...
I really think he is like Bush. Both are what we used to call warmongers.
Happy Valentine's Day to you and to your family.
That is a fine rooster! I cant wait for my feed store to get chicks in. It want be too much longer! You could send that fella to me if you want to!!
Isn't he a lovely one!
Since it's Valentine's Day I thought I'd send you this Redneck Valentine, in honor of my red neck. Yes, it's true, I come from hillbilly farmer stock.
Collards is green,
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass,
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.
Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.
You have some'a yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
when we're in a crowd.
On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven,
and awed by yore charms.
Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.
Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.
When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, it's perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate
for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.
Some men git roses
on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger.
"That's impressive," I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds
from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
they explain, suave and couth.
But for this man, honey,
these won't do.
Cause yor'e too special,
you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift,
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...
IT”S A NEW TROLL'N MOTOR!!
Happy Valentine's Day, Patsy. Will you be mine, even after that?
I made it back from my test it has not been an easy day I had to call Mike home from work to take me....
Beautiful little red rooster.
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