Mine too!This is probably my favorite thread!
6k already!?!? You’ve come on fast!@The Revolting Man, you gave me my 6000th like! I'm only a few decades away from Steve status!
Yeah, back in the olden days these things took a lot longer.6k already!?!? You’ve come on fast!
You had to walk a couple miles on a dusty dirt road to the general store where the Pony Express stopped before you could send a message. Then it took weeks to get a response let alone a like back in the mail from your best girl. Times sure have changed.Yeah, back in the olden days these things took a lot longer.
Don’t forget, it was uphill both ways.You had to walk a couple miles on a dusty dirt road to the general store where the Pony Express stopped before you could send a message. Then it took weeks to get a response let alone a like back in the mail from your best girl. Times sure have changed.
Yeah, that was the horse drawn buggies Steve…..Yeah, back in the olden days these things took a lot longer.
Your family had horses?Yeah, that was the horse drawn buggies Steve…..
It does take longer. My mom used to use my horse to drive my sisters to gymnastics training. One day my sis and just washed her gym bag....and the horse was moving at a brisk trot....when they realized all the fresh grass she'd been eating had made her stools loose.....too late! They basically drove right into the splatter and got covered with tiny droplets of horse poo juice. With no time to turn around...and still get there...they just had to go as they were.Yeah, that was the horse drawn buggies Steve…..
Admin, is there a TMI emoji?They basically drove right into the splatter and got covered with tiny droplets of horse poo juice.
Its just farm life! Lol you can't be afraid of a little processed hay and ever get the kind of gal that milks stock or processes chickens.Admin, is there a TMI emoji?
Just a continuation of a Family tradition.Admin, is there a TMI emoji?
The comment was made as a joke, but it seems I bombed out on that. Oh well... .Its just farm life! Lol you can't be afraid of a little processed hay and ever get the kind of gal that milks stock or processes chickens.
I swear some animals engage in biological warfare. We got a cow as a 2 year old when her calf had just been weaned and she never liked me. One day I had been milking her and stood up and she took her nice long tail she had just dipped in a fresh cow pie and socked me on the cheek with it. I learned to avoid getting hit in the face with cow tails... (wet or dry) by splitting their tail hair into two sections and tying it around her back leg.
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Very helpful!