Lance, Lance Johnson

Sipping coffee without ratdog, fellas, think back, when mail call came around did you speak like Lance.

“Alight!, I’ve been waitin this”

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Ever do splits? don’t matter what it is as in this example

a some backstory, I know you like my stories, Berry, aka spud, his dad was a potatoe farmer, Ole spud said fuck that, to much work, somewhere he got Buffalo,

“make this happen President Trump

he ended selling them well over 20G, truck came took them away, spud still trying to get rich without workin to hard, brought in 30 EMU, goofy lookin birds, get rich by sellin the eggs, he didn’t get rich went back to growing potatoes.

Spud and me went in on splits, I bought the runts, I buy the food or what I could mooch from the store in the produce section outback, no bread, no sweets none of that junk. Ham on the left/Bacon on the right. Those runts grew up to just shy of 300 pounds before gutted

Took the kid out to spud’s place, the pen was emtpy, “they are gone!”

think Chance, you best Improvise, Adapt and Move on before tears show up, I think ham & bacon seen the truck take the buffalo, they didn’t want to get on the truck, so they ran away, ” I liked ham & Bacon”

I did to, so did a lot of other people, come on, we got stuff to

I shared all that with Lance Johnson in mind, what you don’t get from cured & smoked ham and Bacon, I’ll tell ya, I ain’t bashful, what you don’t get is a diarrhea-causing parasite cyclospora.

As Lance said, Alright! I’ve been waitin for this!