"BroJack" wrote in message
s.com...
You go huntin' Woody with a shotgun, he gets skittish at 100 yards and
goes into the burrow. So today I'm a walkin' down the east fence row,
armed with nothing but tree pruners, and lo-and-behold, there's ol'
fat Woodrow at 40 feet .... 30 feet ... 20 feet, lookin' at me
curiously. The frustration boiled over and I threw the damn pruners
at him. Missed, naturally, and he casually entered the burrow.

It just ain't fair.

BroJack


Geez Jack,,,,,ya never know where you'll show up. You sure do get around.
Let me tell you, ass-p is such a bore these days, go trolling a bit there
will ya? I need a good laugh.