That was Cumberland Lou ‘n yes, he passed a couple years ago. Rest ‘im. Carolina Charlie's Feather's husband.
I was messin’ with ya, Roo. Thinkin’ of a boy what took advantage of a pard of mine ‘n practically stole a pump rifle from ‘im inna trade for one them lousy, overrated Glocks.
Heh, heh, heh………….
Diced up some turkey. Found a red ‘tater’s hidin’ place ‘n diced that up too. Fat lady had, or used ta have, three carrots in ‘er bin. Coined them up. Stole her cans of snaps, corn ‘n butterbeans along with a common property can of cream of chicken soup. Found some more edibles ‘n dumped it all in the l’il red one.
Ain’t ‘nuff parsley in it. Take a ride ta the off site ‘n get some shortly. Make an appearance ‘n give the young ladies a thrill.