Things are getting a little complicated just now. Dubya is recooping after I shot him by accident. Apparently, one of the buck shot hit him in the pecker control portion of his brain. Doctors told me "He'll never be able to get it up, again."
Laura sent me a thank you card, and ten nude pictures of herself and her daughters. She said we could do a four-way, or a five-way if my queer daughter wants to join in. Couldn't hurt.
Anyway, I don't know how long we can get away with Dubya being missing from Crawdad. Maybe only twenty years or so. I mean, no one likes the fucker. And I really don't care if people think I shot someone else... It's them thinking I'm such a piss-poor shot that bugs the shit out of me!