Me and the old hen was carrying my friend up to Dangriga hospital the other day. He been feeling real bad. He was afraid he may have some cancer and told me that if that was positive he was going to hang himself in the jungle rather than go thru that agony.
I offered to loan him a good sturdy rope if he needed it. I mean, he is a good bud and aren't we suppose to help each other out?
My old hen smacked me with the new mop I bought her for our wedding anniversary.
She don't make no sense. But turns out me bally just had some hyper stomach acid that is easily treatable. Good thing too as i need my rope for tying some debris to my trailer right now.