Originally Posted By Lisann22 I reckon this here posse is roaming abandonly. Ain't to seem we gots much of a plan or deerection.
Originally Posted By MissCandice Ah, a delicious PGGB would hit the spot. I have my towel (I'm floopy that way) in case I spill.
Originally Posted By amazedncal2 Skippy does have that look....I think she's fixin to toss me into that tree we keep circlin and make a run for it. I'm feelin a bit nauseous. Keep thinkin of tea cups for some dad burned reason.
Originally Posted By goodgirl <I think the die in your rection is a clue ole Nan!> Me thinks Lasso Lisa be speakin' in tongues. I say we hang her!
Originally Posted By MissCandice How about we tickle her and then make her drink a Pepsi? We wouldn't want to do it the other way around!
Originally Posted By Kar2oonMan Alright, posse people, gather 'round. Now, we got some complaints from some homesteaders over yonder that a couple o' lunkheads gone an' ambushed 'em yesterday afternoon. And they think it was one of US, on account of they was laffin' and hellerin' about the reward they'd be gettin' fer bringin' in such a mean, ornery and ugly feller. That feller wasn't no feller, and Judge Henderson didn't appreciate his mama being tied up in a gunney sack, neither. Please, folks, keep referrin' back to those wanted posters I passed out at the start. Who we're after don't have mustaches, which should have been yer first clue that Ma Henderson weren't who we been a-lookin' fer.
Originally Posted By avimagine I fer one can attest it was not I, I ain't in the US. So it mus' hava been one of yous varments!. I tink I saw some horsies do it. It was illuminati!. Ma Henderson ain't she yer mum?
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter *gallops in as fast as Sweet Pea's stubby little legs can carry her* Whew, I'm right sorry I been missin' in action for so long. I shoulda known not to eat anything Lasso Lisa cooked. Specially not the beans. Oh, and uh, y'all might wanta steer clear o' that big sagebrush patch by the lone cottonwood when you need to use the facilities. I'm just sayin'.
Originally Posted By amazedncal2 Weren't me! But thanks for the die rection toward the homesteaders. Skippy needs some new shoes. Her tennies have worn out. She is hopin for something with some gol dern bling. Thanks for the heads up Whiskers (can I call yer that) I'll keep a look out fer the clean shaven folk while me and Skip are gettin her new tennies.
Originally Posted By amazedncal2 Me and the Skipster will be a waitin at the Starbucks. Jest so much round and round we gals can take.
Originally Posted By Autopia Deb <---- stumbles out of the great salt desert. Which way did they go, which way did they go?
