thats ok sandy, lay em tacs out I can feel no pain. You know comfortably numb.

Well, looky at that avatar! Ole jmiller's chowin' down on a big ole guppy!!! I suppose that would qualify as dining on redneck caviar. :D

I'll bet my little cayman, Fred, (see my avatar) would be glad to hep you eat yer caviar!

well Ill just eat ur widdle ole cayman for a breakfast snack, yummmy. Yes that was a small crappie just before I bit its head off, an annual tradition at the lake I do. What I like doing to crabby ladies who try to get on my nerves, bite their heads off and duct tape em to their ankles.

*yawn* Whatever, jmiller.

How you gonna eat anything once Sandy gets done trouncin' ya?

I hear she's mighty handy with a pair of pliers. Better keep yo' mouth shut real tight, boy. :cool:

That's right Jmiller. You wanna check yer backside? That's all ima sayin'. :cool:

Do it Sandy, Do it!!!!

u women are real frisky today, sounds like a bad hair day. Ill have to maybe go get me a bull dozer and bring that pile of pig slop and pour it u all while sitting on the porch.

Should I contact the Coroner, or just buy a shovel and find a spot in the desert for the inevitable?:eek:

Y I K E S ! ! ! ! :D

Victor, now don't you be a worryin' over gittin' a dead man's examiner. We'z like to tease and poke at Jmiller. Ifin' he was deader than a raccoon on a back road, on a full moon's night, we'd be sadder than a fly lost in a pool of water. We needs him round' to give ourselves sumthin' to do. :D

Now, ifin' you have a nice cold quiet place in that there desert to string him up? Maybe a real nice cactus?

Besides, who else is gonna tell us ifin' we'z havin' a bad hair day?

Momma's Kid's


GOD you make me laugh/smile/grin/chuckle with your witty yet truly :D:D:):)meaningful posts

GBY

David ::hug: