See, I’m turning over a new leaf. We don’t need no stinking pessimism!I think you are right. It is very Optimistic though.
Lol’d. Yeah, y’all just didn’t have enough to do. I was catching horny toads and tarantulas in the early 70’s.Kind of like holding hands and then the front person touches the electric fence. Urinating on them was always a right of passage as a wee lad in the 70's.
My uncle owns a ranch and my aunt used to call them calf ears so us kids would eat them. We would help with the dehorning, castrating, and vaccinating when it was time to work cattle.Sooo, when I used to go out west backpacking a lot, we would end up in Wyoming often with relatives of a great friend. The bars were really good. One of the treats we looked forward to was the mountain of bull fries you could get for $5.
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Anyone else enjoy these? An upcoming backpacking trip has me thinking about all the great times in Wyoming bars!
Lol'd. When my kids were young, they would fight over who was going to get to rub Dad's feet with lotion when he get's out of the shower. Now they are grown and have kids of their own.And we didn’t even get paid!!
My dad would always tell me that he feeds me, put clothes on my back, shoes on my feet, food on my plate, and that’s plenty of pay.
The good old days.
The other day I told my youngest to empty the trash and she told me I owed her a dollar.
I said sure but you owe me for the clothes, shoes, food, pool, computer, and room that you have. She understood.