First cup on me, after that you’re on your own

Sips coffee, my fellow Countrymen & ladies of course, this remind you of you when you been tagged as some sort terrorist bad guy/gurl but you have yet to be furnished weapons or funding?

See ole Harry, he don’t talk much, comes around drinks my beer then disappears, good listener though. Mr. Green, he’s something else altogether, he’s like that rabbit from the 100-acre wood, a messy chain smoker

Though I would take him to town, you know like that old song “downtown” where everything is better right?

Some Harry Dean Staton lingo in use (right…)

I shared a conversation video from the table with Butch; he failed the test with double hernia disks (and thank God I did). Then the bastard says, you all came back crazy. Sipping my coffee, just eyeballing him, no Butch, we didn’t come back crazy, we came different. Was looking at that zippo, was thinking

To those who have, to those who will, and those waiting in line to come back different, hat tip.

Freedom has a flavor the protected will never know.

Sips coffee… 50 years ago the owner’s manual explained how to adjust the valves

Now it tells you not to drink the G’damn battery contents.

Hea, I know these words, they were spoken by a Patriot

Not sure why those words came to mind when I was thinking what’s God’s face would look like as He’s watching me fill the sprinkler system was gasoline, loading mags with tracers