'cause if you can't ride a horse, shoot a gun, run a trotline, plow a field, catch catfish, make your own whiskey, and your own smoke too... Well, you ain't a man. You can thank some good old white lightening for this thread.
This thread has gone without response for 31 minutes. So, I'll just say that I have now listened to Lynyrd Skynyrd's Simple Man ten times in a row... ....oh yeah, and I hate you all. Oh, yeah, and I've now had 3/4 of a quart of clear corn liquor, which was given to me as a present, by a trusted source (corn liquor from an untrusted source could kill you).
I feel no pain. Who are you? Who am I? Where'd who go? [/goose] I'll pay for it in the morning, but this moonshine is so goddamned good. It goes down like water, until it hits your belly, and then it's like Satan himself took a flame thrower to your gut.
Did you learn a thing or two from Charlie (doncha know)? Have you got a few tricks for the feds coming up the dirt road?
