Little Red Wagon Repairman
Girls Can't Wrestle
I like living where I do even though Whitey moved away with the exception of myself. The Crackers now are olive or fortune cookies. I get knocks on my door from the immigrants like I'm some sorta sage. I can't figure out why. Is it because I'm born here, being White, a Male, or that I have five foot of ammo stacked up about four foot wide? I let them know how to harden their homes, get along with others with the exception of "those people", get trades people, deal with local gov't, and use narcotics responsibly. Cyrus can lick my boot.
