That's a relief. For a moment I thought his mommy was a cotton picker.
:)
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home...
When you are older than dirt your memory is sometimes suspect. Tell me, please, that your 5% beloved patriot does not compel you to smear Vagisil on your lips.
I am relinquishing my one third ownership on that worthless website once and for all. I'm tired of hanging out with people who can converse civilly and agree to disagree. They disgust me.
TAKE THAT, WALLY!
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