Hi y'all

was ridin with the lone Ranger a while back, chanced upon a bunch of them ther hostile injuns. they buried us up to our necks in dirt. good thing he was with me, he told them ther injuns that he used to ride with one of their kin folk, Tonto. One of ther kind, an old fella, remembered, and gave us a last request. The lone Ranger wispered in his old hosses ear and an hour later came it back with the prettiest little whore as everwalked this earth. She was without her clothes, she rubbed herself against his head, got back on the old hoss and galloped off. I asked him what was all that fuss about? dont know, he said, the old hoss must have gone deaf, I told it to go fetch a possie.

lordy michael. yew be lookin like tha spittin image of my cousin cletus. only yew be easier on tha eyes. cletus be orally challenged. he got teeth whut knock yew into tha next county win he smiles.

now ware be tha cutie patootie ruth used ta be sweet on?

No one light a match!!

On 26th January 2010 12:38, lancashirelove wrote:

was ridin with the lone Ranger a while back, chanced upon a bunch of them ther hostile injuns. they buried us up to our necks in dirt. good thing he was with me, he told them ther injuns that he used to ride with one of their kin folk, Tonto. One of ther kind, an old fella, remembered, and gave us a last request. The lone Ranger wispered in his old hosses ear and an hour later came it back with the prettiest little whore as everwalked this earth. She was without her clothes, she rubbed herself against his head, got back on the old hoss and galloped off. I asked him what was all that fuss about? dont know, he said, the old hoss must have gone deaf, I told it to go fetch a possie.

You talk like some of em out here in the west,am in Coloradie,,movin near Tombstone Arizonie in 3 weeks time! 

now missy don't yew be castin yer eyes at ole lanky thar...yews gotta stay tru blu to yer tru luv dizzy. he be back soon...i knows cause i got tha second site...yew knows...win a body can sees somethin wut aint thar. course, tha could gist be tha blamed moonshine me bobo's bin turnin his hand tew lately. ain't got tha hart to tell em tha dang stuf taste like turpentine. it be good fer gittin tha ticks an fleas off tha dawgs butt though. yew ought to see them critters jump ship wins they smells tha stuf a comin'.