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guest · 6 years ago

Ah, the park of the lake of grain processing in that one tiny county that sits nestled in the uppermost corner of the bigger color-coded county smack in the middle of the state; I know it well!

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guest · 6 years ago

Yah we live too long anyway. I'd rather go down kicking a bear in the balls, like the pioneers used to do when they knew their time was near, at what, 25 years old and they'd had a good three dozen children. "Wife Martha?" "Yes, Cornelius, dear?" "Martha Beloved, I do believe it's about time to go find that grizzly bar what done smarshed the hen house last night, and I'ma gonna kick him in his bear testicles." "Oh, Cornelius, if you feel it's your time to go. We hate to lose you before plough season, but go if you must. We'll bury the scraps on GOD HELP ME GOD HELP ME I'M BEING EATEN BY A BEAR ridge, next to your father. Now, go make us all proud, Cornie!"