Old Fuckers.........Get yer wrinkled ass over to RandyMac's Bar so's we know you ain't dead, abducted by aliens, or stuck in a home.....thread.

The Christmas parade was a standard farm town affair, girls on horses, draught horses pulling wagons, decorated farm equipment, fire engines...
The dog and I sat on the porch and gave away hot coffee. Three geezers stopped and offered antifreeze from a bottle. They called the dog "40 stitches", because she took down Clayton's hounds, they said half the Valley knows what went on.
Old Don came by, he and his buddy MacKintosh were more than half in the bag, showed me a few phone pics of the torn up cat, those big fucking dogs pulled it to pieces, the dogs looked like they had been in a fight.