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Rained thursday and friday and I was at the ballpark all weekend with my nephew so I couldn't ease over and spray roundup like I wanted while he was gone....so I flipped him off as I pulled out of my driveway this afternoon, lol.If your Doctor is a tree, you're on acid.
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Foresight wrote:
Rained thursday and friday and I was at the ballpark all weekend with my nephew so I couldn't ease over and spray roundup like I wanted while he was gone....so I flipped him off as I pulled out of my driveway this afternoon, lol.
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I've never watched car racing but that was pretty exciting.Lost in the right direction.
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I love dirt track racing. They have a track about 40 miles from where I live and they let you bring in coolers of beer. A good redneck time for sure!"Dazed and Confused"
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Foresight wrote:
He won again this weekend at Cherokee, another $20K.....I'm doomed.
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jimmyjam wrote:
I love dirt track racing. They have a track about 40 miles from where I live and they let you bring in coolers of beer. A good redneck time for sure!
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I see Dallas, GA on one of the advertisements above, Jonathan is originally from Blairsville.
That's Fort Payne Speedway, correct? A friend from the Navy was from Ft. Payne. Sid Forsythe, his dad had several chicken houses. Poor boy wouldn't eat chicken to save his life after growing up doing that, lol.If your Doctor is a tree, you're on acid. -
Foresight wrote:
I see Dallas, GA on one of the advertisements above, Jonathan is originally from Blairsville.
That's Fort Payne Speedway, correct? A friend from the Navy was from Ft. Payne. Sid Forsythe, his dad had several chicken houses. Poor boy wouldn't eat chicken to save his life after growing up doing that, lol.
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We used to fight roosters back in the 70's down in FL. That was a lot of fun. We used to fight them with gloves on, with natural spurs and with metal spurs. Learned a lot of neat tricks from the Mexicans on how to keep them alive during a fight. They did not believe in calling a fight till the chicken was dead. They didn't care if you called a fight but they sure weren't gonna. One of their favorite tricks was to blow air up the chickens ass. Never could bring ourselves to do that. There's just something about puttin' your mouth to a chickens ass. (LOL) At one time we were the biggest in PB County. We had more chickens (fighting roosters) than anybody. Some real pretty birds. Some mean bastards too.Changes Daily→ ♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫ ♪♫♪♫♪♫ ← Don't blame me. It's That Lonesome Guitar.
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I had an uncle that was a big time chicken fighter. He got a sister to my Irish Setter. One day he calls and lets me know that if I ever want to see her alive again that I had best come get her. She had chewed all the wiring out of his boat. When I got she discovered my neighbor's chickens.....
I watched her one day running down the hill through the woods from the neighbors with a chicken in mouth. The chicken was alive and raising hell and she dove off into the creek, stuck her whole head under the water, put both front paws on the chicken and drowned that damn thing. She took her feet off of it and it floated up. She just sniffed, verified it was dead and walked off, lol.
I finally gave her to some relatives of another neighbor. They lived on 200+ acres near Erwin, TN. I warned them about her hatred of chickens. A couple years later I found out she'd been shot by a guy with chicken houses.....crazy ass had gotten in one and killed hundreds of chickens in one night, lol. Only thing I can figure is she must have gotten an ass whoopin' or two from some of his roosters.....If your Doctor is a tree, you're on acid. -
When I was a teenager a few of us would go and pack track. We'd sling mud everywhere and speed around the track till they kicked us off. Then we'd all be back the next week. Good times. Even the hours afterwards, cleaning all the mud off, was good times.
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milkman wrote:
We used to fight roosters back in the 70's down in FL. That was a lot of fun. We used to fight them with gloves on, with natural spurs and with metal spurs. Learned a lot of neat tricks from the Mexicans on how to keep them alive during a fight. They did not believe in calling a fight till the chicken was dead. They didn't care if you called a fight but they sure weren't gonna. One of their favorite tricks was to blow air up the chickens ass. Never could bring ourselves to do that. There's just something about puttin' your mouth to a chickens ass. (LOL) At one time we were the biggest in PB County. We had more chickens (fighting roosters) than anybody. Some real pretty birds. Some mean bastards too.
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