Dripping Springs true story: We moved into our house about 3 weeks ago. We live in one of those "ranch" neighborhoods where all the lots are about 2 acres and everyone tends to be good pals as they form partnerships to fight the local deer population. I guess the fuckers keep eating everyone's plants. Anyway, my first morning in the house I went out on the front porch to drink some coffee. As I rocked away in my rocking chair, I heard the unmistakeable rumble of a big block chevy. One of my neighbors drove by in a '65 Corvette convert... "Good morning ta yall!" he said as he drove by. Cool. I love corvettes. I heard him drive around the addition and then go right back to his house and park it. Must be a morning ritual. The VERY next morning I was rocking away again when I heard HORSE SHOES. No shit... Same guy rode by my house on this HUGE fucking horse. "Good morning to yall!!" I gotta meet this guy...
cracking me up Buzzard!! Ryan, that's the stereotype I get from my buddies over in CA, "All your neighbors have cows and horses". Just curious, what did you pay for your home? I'm wanting to sell my house and get some property with land. I run a group home out here in cedar park with all of my wife's little brothers and sisters (ages 12-17)
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