Nah. They got me for leg humping.*looks at the marshal*
So I see they've finally put you away for robbing the till.
And all this time I thought it was only a misdemeanor.
Nah. They got me for leg humping.*looks at the marshal*
So I see they've finally put you away for robbing the till.
Out on the range there are but few to talk to except your horse, yourself, and a young moose that wakes you up by sniffing you all over in search of the candy in your pocket.
At my age, Kelso, it's mostly dreaming about.I been out riding for a while and I get back in time to see Haggis leg-humping (or dreaming about -- hard to tell the difference with ol' pooch.)
Looks like things ain't changed a bit whilst I was away.
* spoot * (cray's run off with our teeth again.)
I remember when that happened to me!My moustache won't grow back on the flamed-out side -- looks sillier than usual with half a moustache and only one eyebrow.
I remember when that happened to me!