Camp Howdy

No Doubt...but I'm still pullen' pellets out from your last folly!
 

Beats pullin' pullets if you know what I mean and I think you do, you rascal you.
 

But, as a matter of fact, I'm not near as old as miss Wnedy thinks I am....I can still outrun 'em when I needs to!!
 

Well, you know what the heck I mean.
 

Peltin Pullets? Wasn't he a KFAT DJ, went to Sirious for a while, recently left?

He was a locol out there wasn't he? Ole Felton Peltin.

His french name is Poulet. He was a slight gentleman, nhis friends called him Petite Poulet. His name was on MANY an upscale Hotelier Menu.

N Zeke, no, no I don't have a slightest CLUE as to what the heck you mean. Why don't you SHARE this lil innuendo tween you n The Tubbed One with the rest of us? Was there reallyy even a gun involved? A young girl? Her father? Rocksalt and nails? Blackbirds n thrushes, wet n windy marshes? Skwirrels n bushy tails? Sayyyy, reminds me of a song that does . . . . ;-)
 

Just Miss Wendy teasing poor old aunt Zeke with young vet nurses. That's Veterinary Nurse not "Wet Nurse".
 

Yup.....they kept'a turnin me away from the ordinary folk's clinic & said something about needin' shots. I dunno, last thang I knew I ended up at some electric hippie bluegrass gig at some place run by Curly's brother Moe last night & ended up walkin home under frosty skies! *L*...but Drew Emmit was a hot show.....'nuther shot 'o whiskey Cuz???
 

Dang Tub, how'd ya jump the 'wet nurse' so quick. Oh, Zeke. Uh huh.

Dang, YOU PEOPLE appear to be havenin fun start to finish!!!

'Nother shot of whiskey Cuz? '

Well, I liked my story, but, YOU people seem to be livin large. The story IS the pictuure! Dang all of yas.

It shoulda been me . . . . ;-)