I say we all go; it would be like an adventure vacation. We'll lay by the pool, capture rebels, make a little money, sit around the campfire and sing old cowboy songs. Who's in?
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Sarah Smile
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2 Comments:
I'm a hell of a shot with a rifle and I can play a little harmonica by the campfire. Can I come?
Hell yeah, you can come. I'll bring my tamborine and screech, "get 'em, Nick, get 'em" while cowering behind you.
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