<font color="green"> So there I was, Naked on the front porch with a rubber duck in one hand and a cattle prod in the other. What WAS that SMELL? Oh, wait a minute, that was another story!! So, there I was, at the HAMB drags, on the verge of heat stroke, the second one for the day, must be around NOON at MOKAN. A guy walks up and asks if I'm CURIOUS RASH. "I am", I say, as I wonder if my 3 part bridge will handle another**** WHOOPIN. This man reaches out, I flinch, he pumps my hand. "I'm ATCH, your jack is over there in Clarence." What the hell is he talking about? It slowly comes back to me, EVERYTHING is slowly coming back to me these days. Then I remember, whilst I was whining in a post one day, A man named ATCH tells me that he has one of those flat, stock jacks that will cure all my woes. He has no idea how many woes I have but he was right about this one. All this to say "THANKS" to a great guy. I appreciate it. It was good to meet you, shoulda hung out with you more. TOO MUCH going on for that HOT, HOT, Hot day. YOU DA MAN!!! RASHY </font>
rash, thanx for the back pat, but it really ain't necessary. i had it. i didn't need it. you needed it. 'nuff said...
[ QUOTE ] I want my cattle prod back!! [/ QUOTE ] <font color="green"> I REALLY don't think you do!!! There are some questionable substances on it! </font>
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