If a top pisses in the forest and there’s no one one to drink it, does it make a splash? I have no idea what that even means. Just something silly that popped in my head when I looked at this picture. Because I was taking a piss in the forest. But no one was [...]
Can’t see London. Can’t see France. Bet you can’t see my underpants, either. Because I’m not wearing any. There’s nothing like banging around in an old pair of shorts now and then in the springtime. (Damn, I got some knobby knees.)
T.G.I.H.N.T. Thank God it’s Half-Nekkid Thursday. Other wise, I might not have posted anything at all. And I hate it when I leave you guys SOL. BTW, my next post will be #500, That’s an important one. So, I’ll try to make it something that A-OK.
Just a thirty-three year-old Tennessee mountain man, taking it one day at a time.
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