Whatever you are thinking, knock it off, its stinking

Sipping my coffee, that there is the “shock-me-blue” look, no he wasn’t shocked per say, went up a downed tree that was a trap. When one spends 90% of their outside doin stuff like hunting, fishing, trapping, tying fishnets and motorcycles and doing other stuff with blasting caps, it’s no wonder when you walk back into the house or even just before a marriage, women just talk different, like some sort of code, even the Navaho would find its hard break.

Took years to figure out what the hell the ma an sis was talking about, only part I heard was everyday dishes get used more than the fine china.

They were talking G’damn underwear

I got reason for sharing that TMI, was hearing a woman talk, if the left didn’t turn the Nobel peace prize into shit, this woman I’d nominate for one.

Walked over to the bookcase over there (waves hand), a book from the 1800’s explains a lot.

Speaking of different languages, say I showed up in New Zeeland like Mark Dacascos

(John Wick 3)

Making sure I ate plenty before I arrived seeing my Brothers from another mother, I’d be welcomed with open arms unlike some other places I been and all I did was walk into the joint.

they had this habit of eating their enemies