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Post by mattgarth on Sept 4, 2017 21:07:40 GMT
Cookie has a whole haunch of Spam rotating on the spit for the wranglers on this Labor Day. So I'm gonna mosey on over there for awhile.
Back after brandy and cigar and some Western singing around the campfire:
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Aling a ridge he rested as he went along his way When out on the prairie there arose such a clatter He sprang from his bedroll to see what was the matter
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