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First the silver ran out, then the thriving ran out.


The whiskey ran out next.


And the people I take a dislikin' to don't stick around long neither.
 
Ah never tried lookin' through a flap holster.



To Do List:
1. Have iron in words
2. Kill Comancheros
3. Drink Comanchero-brand whiskey
4. Try lookin' through flap holster
 
I think I shall endeavor to round up the wild women of the West and trade them to Comancheros; two mules for Sister Sarah...



Throw in some whiskey and we'll palm-spit seal the deal.

:)
 
I always figured that Sister Sarah was only worth one mule in Ten Bears' eyes.


I am reminded that Hickok didn't last long in Deadwood, but he was at the end of his career.


Then his thrivin' ran out, too.
 
As long as I can get my horse replaced...




Perhaps he chose Deadwood for a reason, a town by any other name.

Call it Lago, Santa Rio, Hell...,
 
There is is, Agua Calinete.


It looks like a morgue.


It could so easily be one . . . .


Those apples on that tree don't stand a chance.
 
Which Earp woman? They all came outta whorehouses.



They shoulda help out for actresses.
 
I've had my rounds with one of each.


Ten Bears wouldn't have given us a sick donkey for both of them.
 
It's a dog eat dog world...



In another thread, I saw someone post that puppy tastes like chicken.

That's someone of no experience, for a fact, I can tell you, it does not taste like chicken.

:(
 
Yet we have all tasted cat.


And many of us have tasted pussy.


*puts another log on the campfire*
 
Cat Mandue, that's what I really think I'm gonna do . . . .



Or due.



Now I'm hungry, dammit.
 
I got some reparations yesterday.


I mean, a stimulus check.


No, I mean, a check for services rendered, work performed. I was so happeh I could have Tebowed on the sidewalk outside the bank.


I need to go to the Piggly Wiggly, if we had such here.
 
God knows he needs offendin'.


And killin'.


Fuckin' crazy-eyed bastard.


*spit*
 
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