THE PERFECT COUNTRY WESTERN SONG
Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train.
MUSINGS ABOUT FLORIDA FOOTBALL, LIFE ON THE NEW PLANTATION, GEOCACHING, A SOCIOPATH'S ATTEMPTS TO LIVE IN A WORLD HE DID NOT MAKE, UPDATES ON THE CRUSADE AGAINST ISLAMIC INFIDELS AND ANECDOTES FROM MY PAST... PROUD MEMBER OF THE VAST RIGHT WING CONSPIRACY FOR OVER 40 YEARS. AND NOW AS AN ADDED FEATURE--WATCHDOG OVER THE CORRUPT TREASONOUS OBAMA REGIME.
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Yeah, well, you don't even call me by my name.
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