The other nite Delmonico and self were PM"N messages back/enfor...I told him about Baxter Black sayin, When cowboy get's in wreck ifn' he don't die you can (and might add, must) laugh immediatly...Ifn' he dies you must wait three days first. Many Cowboy's like Redneck's have murmered the last words of HEY WATCH THIS...
This evening while making my rounds puttin salt and mineral out, the radio station had the Silly useless trivia... The question was....3 Americns have died from this?
Answer: Flying COWS....from tornado's
Please refrain from laughing for 3 days...
Several years back a Pard at work and I heard the Baxter Black line above, a few days later had medium size wild heifer charge and take out me and my horse...My horse being younger got back up and defended us. My Pard rode up ask are ya dead? Nope I replied He asked is ya hurt? I again replied I don't know...I could hear him laugh half way across the section as I got to my feet.
Any one have any Tragically funny ones...?
Litl' Rooster, you have reminded me why I DON'T wannabe a cowboy!!
Not that I'd mind the laughter, it's the other stuff!
:D
AnnieLee
Quote from: AnnieLee on September 17, 2005, 04:54:31 AM
Litl' Rooster, you have reminded me why I DON'T wannabe a cowboy!!
Not that I'd mind the laughter, it's the other stuff!
:D
AnnieLee
I think it has to do with what you need to go through to get the punch line delivered! ;D :o ::) ;D
Well I didn't tell you, but I'm much safer being a cosie, why, well bulls don't like me! Our neighbor across the road from where that saddle-lite photo I sent you, used to have one that used to come to the fence and bellow any time I talked loud, even if he was 1/4-3/8 mile away.
Mark always told me if he ever left his pasture and was wantin' to abuse me I was to drop him and we'd split him up between use, he eventually got sold to Ronald and got his name changed to Big Mac. ;D But I have a lot of trouble with bulls, I have to make sure there ain't on in a pasture afore I cross it. Even have had a couple of threats from buck deer. :o
hehe, my almost last words were not Hey Watch This, but WHAT THE HELL??? hehe, by the way, im back up to shooting my 45 now!!! And I might laugh, but prolly not over death...
Well, let's see...
One close encounter of this kind, involved a fifty-five gal. oil drum, about a cup of gasoline, a gas soaked rag, a match, a steep fifteen ft. RR embankment, gravity and a push. Created several nice burr-free trash cans for our High School before one of the hockey-puck-sized cast iron plugs blew out and imbedded itself in a telephone pole about twenty feet from where we were standing. :o :o Decided the school had enough outdoor trashcans. ::) ::) ;D ;D
Lost my mooostash and my eyebrows to a small pile of black powder one afternoon, but most of you also have. ;D
Quote from: Delmonico on September 17, 2005, 04:24:47 PM
Lost my mooostash and my eyebrows to a small pile of black powder one afternoon, but most of you also have. ;D
Just don't burn yer new one off ;D
When I was 18, we lived at a camp that had trail horses. The summer before, I went to a week of horsemanship camp. Before that, I had ridden horses a few times. One day I decided to take a walk into the pasture and visit with the horses. That would've been fine but being young and foolish I decided to try to ride one bareback. Mind you, I had not ridden bareback before. I got on the horse just fine. Then the herd decided to start running down a hill. I had my arms around the neck of the horse, but that wasn't good enough. I didn't know anything about holdin' on with my knees. So, I proceeded to slide up the horse's neck. Fearing that I would slide o'er it's neck and get stepped on, which happened to my foot previously, I jumped off the right side of the horse and landed in a pile on the ground. The only thing that was hurt was my pride. ::) ::) ::)
Slim
Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on September 19, 2005, 10:31:36 AM
When I was 18, we lived at a camp that had trail horses. The summer before, I went to a week of horsemanship camp. Before that, I had ridden horses a few times. One day I decided to take a walk into the pasture and visit with the horses. That would've been fine but being young and foolish I decided to try to ride one bareback. Mind you, I had not ridden bareback before. I got on the horse just fine. Then the herd decided to start running down a hill. I had my arms around the neck of the horse, but that wasn't good enough. I didn't know anything about holdin' on with my knees. So, I proceeded to slide up the horse's neck. Fearing that I would slide o'er it's neck and get stepped on, which happened to my foot previously, I jumped off the right side of the horse and landed in a pile on the ground. The only thing that was hurt was my pride. ::) ::) ::)
Slim
Slim
A plie of what :o ??? ??? Hope it wasn't a pile of something left by a horse in front of you ::) ::) :o :o ;D
Quote from: Russ T Chambers on September 19, 2005, 10:55:05 AM
Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on September 19, 2005, 10:31:36 AM
When I was 18, we lived at a camp that had trail horses. The summer before, I went to a week of horsemanship camp. Before that, I had ridden horses a few times. One day I decided to take a walk into the pasture and visit with the horses. That would've been fine but being young and foolish I decided to try to ride one bareback. Mind you, I had not ridden bareback before. I got on the horse just fine. Then the herd decided to start running down a hill. I had my arms around the neck of the horse, but that wasn't good enough. I didn't know anything about holdin' on with my knees. So, I proceeded to slide up the horse's neck. Fearing that I would slide o'er it's neck and get stepped on, which happened to my foot previously, I jumped off the right side of the horse and landed in a pile on the ground. The only thing that was hurt was my pride. ::) ::) ::)
Slim
Slim
A plie of what :o ??? ??? Hope it wasn't a pile of something left by a horse in front of you ::) ::) :o :o ;D
When I wrote it, I wondering how long it would take fer someone to ask that. ;D ;D ;D
Slim
It was a pile made by the guy in front who was also ridin' bareback. ;D
After I quit laughing at Slim I'll tell one on my little brother.
Oh well mine took the last bolt out of a U-Joint and the drive-shaft fell on his head and he had to go get the cut sewed up. :o ::)
Durn Horseless buggies. ;D
Quote from: litl rooster on September 19, 2005, 07:02:31 PM
After I quit laughing at Slim I'll tell one on my little brother.
Ya dun laughin' at me yet. ;)
Slim
No. ;) I talked ta lilt rooster on the phone last night, Montana was makin' him scrub all the coffee stains off the walls. ;D ;D
Quote from: Delmonico on September 20, 2005, 10:18:24 AM
No. ;) I talked ta lilt rooster on the phone last night, Montana was makin' him scrub all the coffee stains off the walls. ;D ;D
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Slim
Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on September 20, 2005, 10:11:25 AM
Quote from: litl rooster on September 19, 2005, 07:02:31 PM
After I quit laughing at Slim I'll tell one on my little brother.
Ya dun laughin' at me yet. ;)
Slim
NO I am not now...... ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
First my brother is 12 or 13 years younger than me.....That said.
Back when he was 8 or 9, I got my first paying horse job, hacking trail horses on the weekend....Cuz I was in lust with a cowgirl there. Little brother would follow me off the edge of the earth if I told him he'd be okay. Well the people who owned the place had a bunch of little old ponies, that needed rode, lit' rooster even for his banty size was too big, so I suggested I bring in my littler brother who was a half pint Banty then. I thought he knew how to ride, Isn't a genetic thing ??? So the owner and Little Bro and self (that's what I always call him) saddled these little guys up and led them to the arena.
We put him on the first one and told him what to do. You see the thing we over loooked that ponies and many horses don't liked being cinched up so they suck alot of air in the gut. Well we we turned him loose he made it to the far end of the arena, on a pony trot...Pretty fast for a 8 year old on his first solo ride. All of a sudden we hear screams of terror, when we looked he was at the 7 o'clock position on the ponies side hanngin on for dear life. The pony troted to the other end with him hanging this way, stepping in front of the pony he stopped. My brother then asked what do I do now, all of us laughing histercially I finally told him to fall off.
Years later he was trying to recall the ordeal and was telling (probably some girlfriend) That he was put on a wild horse and we were using him to break them. He would still like to be a COWboy but just cuz of the COWgirls
litl rooser, do tractors count, I gots one stuck in a tree one time. ??? ??? :o :o ::) ::) :P :D
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Fur real, had to go borrow a tractor from the neighbor to get it out of the tree, the same tractor we used to pull the same tractor out of the pond. But I didn't get the tractor in the pond, lil brother did. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
BTW the cook is exempt from helpin' tear apart the gear box when it gets stuck in gear. ;D ;D ;D
Being a cook has advantages, nobody like greasy food. :P :P :P :P :P
Quote from: litl rooster on September 20, 2005, 07:48:01 PM
First my brother is 12 or 13 years younger than me.....That said.
Back when he was 8 or 9, I got my first paying horse job, hacking trail horses on the weekend....Cuz I was in lust with a cowgirl there. Little brother would follow me off the edge of the earth if I told him he'd be okay. Well the people who owned the place had a bunch of little old ponies, that needed rode, lit' rooster even for his banty size was too big, so I suggested I bring in my littler brother who was a half pint Banty then. I thought he knew how to ride, Isn't a genetic thing ??? So the owner and Little Bro and self (that's what I always call him) saddled these little guys up and led them to the arena.
We put him on the first one and told him what to do. You see the thing we over loooked that ponies and many horses don't liked being cinched up so they suck alot of air in the gut. Well we we turned him loose he made it to the far end of the arena, on a pony trot...Pretty fast for a 8 year old on his first solo ride. All of a sudden we hear screams of terror, when we looked he was at the 7 o'clock position on the ponies side hanngin on for dear life. The pony troted to the other end with him hanging this way, stepping in front of the pony he stopped. My brother then asked what do I do now, all of us laughing histercially I finally told him to fall off.
Years later he was trying to recall the ordeal and was telling (probably some girlfriend) That he was put on a wild horse and we were using him to break them. He would still like to be a COWboy but just cuz of the COWgirls
Alright! Who forgot to give the pony a knee during cinching?!?! ;D
Slim
Quote from: Delmonico on September 20, 2005, 10:18:24 AM
No. ;) I talked ta lilt rooster on the phone last night, Montana was makin' him scrub all the coffee stains off the walls. ;D ;D
That explains why my house was so quiet last night.
<Sighs> Del's gonna take me off his speed dial.
Litl' Rooster, any chance Litl' Bro is single?
Just curious,
:D
AnnieLee
It was a bizzens call at work. :P :P :P :P ;)
hehehe :D
If he buys that gown for Montana from you, Del, I may have to hurt him this Sunday.
;)
AnnieLee
What's Cherokee Jem doin' here this time of day, he's 'spossed to be at verk. ;D
Don't mess with Jem, I'm glad he's here!
>:(
AnnieLee
I was just wonderin' why, I'm glad he is here also. :P :P :P
Did you notice that the hurricane that is named after my wife could be one of the few that ever affect the weather here, we could get some rain out of it if it continues as projected. :o :o
I'd be durn scared of any storm named Rita, ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Yep, noticed it a few days ago when I started watching the track. I know we should not laugh about hurricanes, but I did!
:D
AnnieLee
Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on September 21, 2005, 08:53:22 AM
Quote from: litl rooster on September 20, 2005, 07:48:01 PM
Alright! Who forgot to give the pony a knee during cinching?!?! ;D
Slim
That would have been me.....but don't tell Little Bro...remember he is 12 years younger than me and don't want him whippin' this old rooster
Quote from: AnnieLee on September 21, 2005, 10:46:59 AM
Quote from: Delmonico on September 20, 2005, 10:18:24 AM
No. ;) I talked ta lilt rooster on the phone last night, Montana was makin' him scrub all the coffee stains off the walls. ;D ;D
That explains why my house was so quiet last night.
<Sighs> Del's gonna take me off his speed dial.
Litl' Rooster, any chance Litl' Bro is single?
Just curious,
:D
AnnieLee
Yep
Quote from: AnnieLee on September 21, 2005, 12:00:39 PM
If he buys that gown for Montana from you, Del, I may have to hurt him this Sunday.
;)
AnnieLee
Well I am safe there, she did get a new outfit though...This could start costing more than the Guns and ammo do....
Quote from: litl rooster on September 21, 2005, 06:19:07 PM
Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on September 21, 2005, 08:53:22 AM
Alright! Who forgot to give the pony a knee during cinching?!?! ;D
Slim
That would have been me.....but don't tell Little Bro...remember he is 12 years younger than me and don't want him whippin' this old rooster
I won't tell him. ;)
Slim
Heh heh heh, sounds like more leverage to me!!
8)
Bring Litl' Bro to a shoot, Litl' Rooster!
Montana's coming with you on Sunday, isn't she?
Bwaa haa haa....
:D
AnnieLee
Annie Lee Litl Bro is living in Southern Indiana...
Thanks Slim
Oh yeah Montana is coming she was hoping to still be able to buy a shotgun this weekend if it is still available
Quote from: litl rooster on September 22, 2005, 07:15:10 PM
Annie Lee Litl Bro is living in Southern Indiana...
Dern. :'(
Quote
Oh yeah Montana is coming she was hoping to still be able to buy a shotgun this weekend if it is still available
If you can, and I can get Sod Buster to come along... plan on going to dinner after the shoot? Hornes isn't too far and has good homestyle meals.
;)
AnnieLee
Homestyle ...what is homestyle?
Yeah sounds good.
Quote from: AnnieLee on September 22, 2005, 07:51:20 PM
If you can, and I can get Sod Buster to come along... plan on going to dinner after the shoot? Hornes isn't too far and has good homestyle meals.
;)
AnnieLee
Is that the place at the corner of Rt301 & Rt17?
Yup.... check out http://www.hornes.com/
Dang, they have a website? They've gone high-tech on me!
That's the place, Sod Buster!
:D
AnnieLee
Quote from: AnnieLee on September 22, 2005, 08:48:32 PM
Dang, they have a website? They've gone high-tech on me!
That's the place, Sod Buster!
:D
AnnieLee
I was real surprised when Google found it. I didn't expect to see that they had thier very own web site.
Google surprizes me ............It's smarter than Great and Powerful OZ ;D
The Wizard of Oooooze? ;D
Quote from: Sod Buster on September 22, 2005, 08:57:19 PM
Quote from: AnnieLee on September 22, 2005, 08:48:32 PM
Dang, they have a website? They've gone high-tech on me!
That's the place, Sod Buster!
:D
AnnieLee
I was real surprised when Google found it. I didn't expect to see that they had thier very own web site.
He's a quiet man, friendly, unassuming, gentle.
Who would know that under that genteel demeanor, Sod Buster is another demented Bozo on the Bus?
Hee hee hee,
:D
AnnieLee
If he's postin' on our threads regular, chance's were good he is. ;D ;D Bet I ain't the only one that still has a copy on vinyl. ;D ;D ;D ;D
Quote from: AnnieLee on September 24, 2005, 06:37:59 AM
He's a quiet man, friendly, unassuming, gentle.
Who would know that under that genteel demeanor, Sod Buster is another demented Bozo on the Bus?
Hee hee hee,
:D
AnnieLee
There's always room for more.
Quote from: Sod Buster on September 24, 2005, 11:27:32 PM
Quote from: AnnieLee on September 24, 2005, 06:37:59 AM
He's a quiet man, friendly, unassuming, gentle.
Who would know that under that genteel demeanor, Sod Buster is another demented Bozo on the Bus?
Hee hee hee,
:D
AnnieLee
There's always room for more.
With a horseless carriage like that you could always pick up some Rodeo werk.......but, there is a lot of B.S> there too
Quote from: litl rooster on September 25, 2005, 09:54:45 PM
With a horseless carriage like that you could always pick up some Rodeo werk.......but, there is a lot of B.S> there too
Just as long as there is a barrel nearby to jump into when the need arises.
Quote from: Sod Buster on September 26, 2005, 10:47:12 PM
Just as long as there is a barrel nearby to jump into when the need arises.
[/quote]
Well it looks like the Barrel was to far away today. Friday and Saturday we had between 5 1/2" to 7" rain depending on who and where it was measured. Alot to say the lease. The ground is slick. This morning another couple tenths. We needed to gather enough bred heifers to fill 3 semi's. Everyone worked together(human wise) but the other elements moisture cattle and sometimes the horses are unpredictable. However all things considered we had them in the pens in a relative short time. The foreman and I went back to sort and weigh. The first load was selected and all the culls turned out. We went back to start the 2nd load. Taking turns in the pen one of us would go in and push 1 or 2 head out at a time, the other would open a gate and catch ones or let them go by. By now the pens are pretty nasty rain mud and manure, I am sure you get the picture. I am working the gate. The foreman yells keep her, at the same instance he yells no go by... I swing the gate shut but a little to late this 1000 pound heifer plows into it and takes me out with it. I did not die, (ya all know the laugh rule) got most of the force in my knee and got a muddy backside. I was able to help finish with this thinking I could walk it out, till the heat in swelling started setting in. So off to the ER, like Tim the tool man Taylor I have a coffee cup there also. However I am now in a leg brace and will be at home for a couple of days.
Maybe it's time for me to take up something safer, any one have any carpentry books I could read?
Did ya fall in cow poop? ;D ;D ;D ;D :D :D :D :D
Quote from: litl rooster on October 11, 2005, 06:42:18 PM
So off to the ER, like Tim the tool man Taylor I have a coffee cup there also. However I am now in a leg brace and will be at home for a couple of days.
OUCH!
I hope you will still be able to make the CAS match Sunday, 10/23.
Ouch! Sorry pard to hear of your misfortune!!!
Here, pard this is for you, bet ya've heard it before, but I thought it might make yer day go better. And these folks think Cosies are cold and heartless "ALL" the time, well their wrong it's only most of the time. ;D
When They've Finished Shipping Cattle in the Fall
Though you're not exactly blue,
Yet you don't feel like you do
In the winter, or the long hot summer days.
For your feelin's and the weather
Seem to sort of go together,
And you're quiet in the dreamy autumn haze.
When the last big steer is goaded
Down the chute, and safely loaded;
And the summer crew has ceased to hit the ball;
When a fellow starts to draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon --
When they've finished shipping cattle in the fall.
Only two men left a standin'
On the job for winter brandin',
And your pardner, he's a loafing by your side.
With a bran-new saddle creakin',
But you never hear him speakin',
And you feel it's goin' to be a quiet ride.
But you savvy one another
For you know him like a brother--
He is friendly but he's quiet, that is all;
For he' thinkin' while he's draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon--
When they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.
And the saddle hosses stringin'
At an easy walk a swingin'
In behind the old chuck wagon movin' slow.
They are weary gaunt and jaded
With the mud and brush they've waded,
And they settled down to business long ago.
Not a hoss is feelin' sporty,
Not a hoss is actin' snorty;
In the spring the brutes was full of buck and bawl;
But they 're gentle, when they're draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon --
When they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.
And the cook leads the retreat
Perched high upon his wagon seat,
With his hat pulled 'way down furr'wd on his head.
Used to make that old team hustle,
Now he hardly moves a muscle,
And a feller might imagine he was dead,
'Cept his old cob pipe is smokin'
As he lets his team go pokin',
Hittin' all the humps and hollers in the road.
No, the cook has not been drinkin'--
He's just settin' there and thinkin'
'Bout the places and the people that he knowed
And you watch the dust a trailin'
And two little clouds a sailin',
And a big mirage like lakes and timber tall.
And you're lonesome when you're draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon--
When they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.
When you make the camp that night,
Though the fire is burnin' bright,
Yet nobody seems to have a lot to say,
In the spring you sung and hollered,
Now you git your supper swallered
And you crawl into your blankets right away.
Then you watch the stars a shinin'
Up there in the soft blue linin'
And you sniff the frosty night air clear and cool.
You can hear the night hoss shiftin'
As your memory starts driftin'
To the little village where you went to school.
With its narrow gravel streets
And the kids you used to meet,
And the common where you used to play baseball.
Now you're far away and draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon
For they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.
And your school-boy sweetheart too,
With her eyes of honest blue--
Best performer in the old home talent show.
You were nothin' but a kid
But you liked her, sure you did--
Lord! And that was over thirty years ago.
Then your memory starts to roam
From Old Mexico to Nome.
From the Rio Grande to the Powder River,
Of the things you seen and done--
Some of them was lots of fun
And a lot of other things they make you shiver.
'Bout that boy by name of Reid
That was killed in a stampede--
'Twas away up north, you helped 'em dig his grave,
And your old friend Jim the boss
That got tangled with a hoss,
And the fellers couldn't reach in time to save.
You was there when Ed got his'n--
Boy that killed him's still in prison,
And old Lucky George, he's rich and livin' high.
Poor old Tom, he come off worst,
Got his leg broke, died of thirst
Lord but that must be an awful way to die.
Then them winters at the ranches,
And the old time country dances--
Everybody there was sociable and gay.
Used to lead 'em down the middle
Jest a prancin' to the fiddle--
Never thought of goin' home till the break of day.
No! there ain't no chance for sleepin',
For the memories come a creepin',
And sometimes you think you hear the voices call;
When a feller starts a draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon--
When they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.
Quote from: litl rooster on October 11, 2005, 06:42:18 PM
Quote from: Sod Buster on September 26, 2005, 10:47:12 PM
Just as long as there is a barrel nearby to jump into when the need arises.
Well it looks like the Barrel was to far away today. Friday and Saturday we had between 5 1/2" to 7" rain depending on who and where it was measured. Alot to say the lease. The ground is slick. This morning another couple tenths. We needed to gather enough bred heifers to fill 3 semi's. Everyone worked together(human wise) but the other elements moisture cattle and sometimes the horses are unpredictable. However all things considered we had them in the pens in a relative short time. The foreman and I went back to sort and weigh. The first load was selected and all the culls turned out. We went back to start the 2nd load. Taking turns in the pen one of us would go in and push 1 or 2 head out at a time, the other would open a gate and catch ones or let them go by. By now the pens are pretty nasty rain mud and manure, I am sure you get the picture. I am working the gate. The foreman yells keep her, at the same instance he yells no go by... I swing the gate shut but a little to late this 1000 pound heifer plows into it and takes me out with it. I did not die, (ya all know the laugh rule) got most of the force in my knee and got a muddy backside. I was able to help finish with this thinking I could walk it out, till the heat in swelling started setting in. So off to the ER, like Tim the tool man Taylor I have a coffee cup there also. However I am now in a leg brace and will be at home for a couple of days.
Maybe it's time for me to take up something safer, any one have any carpentry books I could read?
So that's what happened to you. :o Wish you a speedy recovery pard.
Thanks all...I will be back to work in no time...Just gettin older and hopelfully wiser and takin' Doc's advise and stayin home a few days.
Sod Buster as slow as I shoot a bum leg couldn't interfear toooooo badly
Delmonico who penned that one?
As near as I can tell it was written by that most pro-fish-ant of poets and song writers:
Mr. Public Domain.
Now ya did it, the mention of Mr. Public Domain made me desire some Jerry Jeff and he mentioned him in a song. ;D
Got my irons in the fire down in Texas
Got a toe hold in Tennessee
Got my foot in the door of that California Store
Now I'm up to my ears in me
Chorus:
Don't be concerned if the song sounds familiar
Don't be concerned if it all seems the same
Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
It's all just public domain
I took a bite of the Big Apple
And I dabbled in that forbidden fruit
No they promised me points
And they slipped me skinny joints
And I've yet to see me any loot
From that man in the high-heeled Gucci shoes
Chorus:
Don't be concerned if the song sounds familiar
Don't be concerned if it all seems the same
Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
It's all just public domain
I sang in the Red River Valley
I've drank with the whores in Santa Fe
Yeah, I ran with the snuff queens in Dallas
Like I ran from Snow White in L.A.
Now I've broken all my vows to Demolay
Chorus:
Don't be concerned if the song sounds familiar
Don't be concerned if it all seems the same
Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
And it's all just public domain
It makes sense to get into the rain
Please remit a check for $.30 to Mr. Domain ;D ;D ;D
< From her sense of public dooty and civic responsibility toward the cowboy way, she points and laughs at Litl' Rooster>
Gads you are a goober, ya shouda known better! Get enough coddling, yet?
;)
AnnieLee
Quote from: AnnieLee on October 13, 2005, 09:18:18 PM
< From her sense of public dooty and civic responsibility toward the cowboy way, she points and laughs at Litl' Rooster>
Gads you are a goober, ya shouda known better! Get enough coddling, yet?
;)
AnnieLee
Annie Lee gets the prize...She's only one who laughed. now to answer your questions
Gads you are a goober yep>>>goober is a better word than most call me
ya shouda known better yep I did>>>remember I am a goober
Get enough coddling, yet? nope>>>never enough of that.
I'm glad you are ok, Litl' Rooster, but please don't hurry the healing?
Here's some more coddling.
<Gives him a gentle hug>
Gonna miss you next weekend.
AnnieLee