Bite me, you flatland, bug swattin, swamp dwellin bum!
You can think about me when you are swatting flies, scratchin mosquito bites, reading "Aligator warning, NO SWIMMING" signs, avoiding leaving your yard for fear of snake bites and finding your women becoming like the "World's Fair" getting BIGGER and better every year due to laying on their fat, corn fed, southern redneck arse complaining "It's too hot to go outside"! Makes you feel like you are mounting Mt. Rushmore, eh?
Does it really give you a blue vein throbber to rub salve on those chaffed thighs?
Ok TufGuy from the forest. I'll see your bet and raise you one last question.
Do you ever see curves like this in the Frozen tundra yer frum?
Doyle sorry for the slight THREADJACK with ShinkoJoe