Tennessee williams

It's just like you to turn a short answer into a whole big story. We're double first cousins twice removed. You're long storied answers is why the reunions take two days to finish. Last year Crazy Aunt Gurty thought you was some kind of salesman trying to get Uncle Bone to take life insurance out on her. She was gonna shoot you if'n she'd have found her hideout derringer she keeps tucked in her belly fat roll. It's a good thing for you that she's immune to that new weight-loss medicine she got by mail order. Cousin Beula said you seen her at the IGA grocery store. She had already got her milk when you stopped her to talk. She said by the time you quit talking, the milk had went out of date. I didn't tell her you told me about yall dating back before you knew you were kin. I can keep a secret unlike you. I been telling you, you need to shorten up yer answers or folks will quit talking to you. You should try to be more like me. I don't keep droning on and on and on...

I don't shoot Classic Cowboy, but I've stayed at a Holiday Inn before. I'm throwing my hat in with Cleve. He may not have any of those purty pink onesie pajamas like Sixgun Seamus, but that's the only thing he's lacking! Cleve embodies what you think about when you think "Classic Cowboy".

I sure hate to read this. Hells drew the short straw last year and had to be on my posse with Widder at our TN state match. He said he had to come see what all the fuss was about, and if there was any truth in us. Needless to say, he fit right in amongst us. Hells was one of those guys you hear stories about and maybe talk with here and there on the wire, but you just don't know how they'll be when and if you ever get to meet them. You know how you look forward to meeting someone and you have such a high expectation of them that they just fall short and let you down? Well, that was the opposite of Hells Comin'. He filled his shoes, and could cut up with the best of us. We'll miss you pard. -Tennessee Williams

Depends how trustworthy he is around my vast fortune of chicken feet and nanner puddin ingredients. I wouldnt make WJ stay at Widders unless I was mad at him.

IS... We name a person, i.e. body. We don't name their life or spirit or essence. Therefore they do not need their life, spirit, or essence to retain that name. For instance, when you want to know where someone's burial plot is, you don't go to to the cemetery and ask "where'd y'all put the body formerly known as Widder"? You ask "where'd y'all plant Widder?" Regardless of status, that bag of meat, bones, etc will remain named. To say "their name WAS" means that it isn't anymore. Coming soon to CSI Tennessee.... Nobody can identify a body because it has no name anymore.

Little tame for me! Meet Hoo and Doo.

Rosie and her friends want to meet @Krazy Kajunhere in about a week. Hehehehe

I got a extry speshul dose of hoodoo for you. It'll leave you so befuddled you'll be walking around in a daze sayin' whodat?!

Today is her last day of middle school. It's also her 1st day of basketball practice for her High-school. Track and Rugby is on for this year too. I was walking through the house the other day and she picked me up and ran through the house with me. It ain't cool being a 220 pound hard and mean looking cowboy and having your 14 year old daughter treat you like a ragdoll. It just aint right. She's actually been a sass member for about 9 years. Rowdy Riley is her alias. Her mom's alias is Tennessee Whiskey. I can't get either one to shoot with me though. Probably skeerd of my hoodoo! Of which there's about to be a whole whirlwind of it at Wartrace!

It had to be accidental. You aint never done anything on purpose. All this talk about what YOU believe, but you know what nobody else believes? Anything we say. Know whose fault it is? Yourn. Know why? You lie enough for both of us! I've heard a lot of names for one, but I've never heard it called a pity and I don't care if his is little or not.

I would definitely abolish the MDQ the shooter earned and restart the match since they messed up. I'd have to since I changed the instructions. I'd also make bubblewrap mandatory attire for all categories so as to protect every shooter just in case one of them trips or bumps a prop. I would personally hold my stagewriting responsible for every bad decision a shooter makes as well. Just kiddin', I wouldn't change a thing neither.

Funny you say that. I broke up with my first girlfiriend because she wouldnt work on sundaes. No, but I did learn the art of sundae deconstruction from an old retired rodeo clown down in the Texas panhandle. Ole Smarmy could eat a Nanner Split with one arm tied behind his back wielding dual spoons. He was the last in a long line of dual spoon masters. That's where the term duelist came from. Aint many folks what realize that. It cost me a small fortune to tutor under Master Smarmy but it was worth every penny. Just the money I've beat Widder out of has more than made my money back.

Widder and I are often imitated but never duplicated!

Nope, it ain't mine. It still has both legs! I do like seeing a chick on a hog though!