Sometimes I Act Much Younger
Saturday night I got Jacked Up and went a-venturing into the pasture. I grabbed a pair of combat shorts and, with my kriss and old Colt, went looking for trouble. There, of course, was none. I was just practicing moving through the tangle like the predator I used to be. Knowing it was safe made it all that much more fun. I got as far as the river without tangling ass with anything, so, thoroughly pleased with myself, went home and got dressed. (The rain started as I was quartering the area, adding to the thrill).
Gonna run through the jungle!
Gonna run through the jungle!
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