I was treating my aged but senile dog J. Oliver for the mange when I got to thinking about the last time I was in a real good fight with anybody. It was the time me and Laura Lee Hobbs got into a fight over Butcher Boy. There was ham hocks and T-bones flying all over the place! We finally settled it after the Preacher intervened and said we should use a rotation style of dating Butcher Boy. Mens comes and goes. But girlfriends should last forever. That's just about what the Preacher said and it's what me and Laura Lee Hobbs thinks anyhow. Anyway, there is no need to waste good meat. That don't lay heavy on my chest. J. Oliver is doing fine with the mange. 'Course, you can't cure old and you can't treat dumb. But I like him anyway. Lydia (the J is for Jackson, the Oliver is for "But I thought your middle name was Oliver") is case any of you were wondering, not that many of you were. "Not much lays heavy on his chest."
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