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When fog horn takes the dogs rope and runs it all over the farm pulls the dog right through the tractor. Oh I think tonight is bugs bunny and get smart and beer fest. LOL
 
Mark Wainwright said:
Any of this getting through that little old blue bonnet of yours.
Boy’s gotta mouth like a cannon, always shootin’ it off
Course you know this means war.
Don’t, I say don’t bother me dog, can’t ya see I’m thinkin’
For-I say fortunately I always carry a spare set of feathers
Fortunately I always carry a spare set of feathers.
Gal reminds me of the highway between Forth Worth and Dallas – no curves.
He’s so dumb he thinks a Mexican border pays rent
He’s about as sharp as a bowling ball.
I say that dog is lower than a snake full of buckshot.
I say, boy, pay attention when I’m talkin’ to ya, boy
Kid don’t quit talkin’ so much he’ll get his tongue sunburned
Looks like the boy genius is tryin’ to show me up.
Nice boy but he’s got more nerve than a bum tooth
Nice girl, but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice.
Now I wonder what ol’ busy body widow hen is up to
Now let me know when I come to something that interests you.
Now looka, I say looka here.
Oh, that woman, got a mouth like an outboard motor
Pay attention to me boy! I’m not just talkin’ to hear my head roar
Pay attention, boy, I’m cuttin’ but you ain’t bleedin’!
Say boy, you cover about as much as a flapper’s skirt in a high wind
Scared – who me – course I’m not squared.
Smart boy, got a mind like a steel trap – full of mice
That boy’s as strong as an ox, and just about as smart
That dog, I say that dog is lower than a snake full of buckshot
That dog, I say that dog’s strictly GI – gibberin idiot that is
That dog’s as subtle as a hand grenade in a barrel of oat meal
That dog’s like taxes, he just don’t know when to stop
That, I say that boy’s just like a tattoo, gets under your skin
That’s the trouble with that fool dog, always shootin’ his mouth off
This boy’s more mixed up than a feather in a whirlwind
What in the name of Jesse James do you suppose that is.
What in the world’s that hen up to now.
What’s the big idea of bashing me on the noggin with a rolling pin.
Who’s responsible for this unwarranted attack on my person.
You just know I’m gonna do something about this.
You know, there just might be a market for bottled duck.
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Now look what you started. Call u on the shoe phone later about the old bomb in the snack truck trick.
 
Mark Wainwright said:
Missed it by -- much
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And she was hot
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Mark Wainwright said:
Any of this getting through that little old blue bonnet of yours.
Boy’s gotta mouth like a cannon, always shootin’ it off
Course you know this means war.
Don’t, I say don’t bother me dog, can’t ya see I’m thinkin’
For-I say fortunately I always carry a spare set of feathers
Fortunately I always carry a spare set of feathers.
Gal reminds me of the highway between Forth Worth and Dallas – no curves.
He’s so dumb he thinks a Mexican border pays rent
He’s about as sharp as a bowling ball.
I say that dog is lower than a snake full of buckshot.
I say, boy, pay attention when I’m talkin’ to ya, boy
Kid don’t quit talkin’ so much he’ll get his tongue sunburned
Looks like the boy genius is tryin’ to show me up.
Nice boy but he’s got more nerve than a bum tooth
Nice girl, but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice.
Now I wonder what ol’ busy body widow hen is up to
Now let me know when I come to something that interests you.
Now looka, I say looka here.
Oh, that woman, got a mouth like an outboard motor
Pay attention to me boy! I’m not just talkin’ to hear my head roar
Pay attention, boy, I’m cuttin’ but you ain’t bleedin’!
Say boy, you cover about as much as a flapper’s skirt in a high wind
Scared – who me – course I’m not squared.
Smart boy, got a mind like a steel trap – full of mice
That boy’s as strong as an ox, and just about as smart
That dog, I say that dog is lower than a snake full of buckshot
That dog, I say that dog’s strictly GI – gibberin idiot that is
That dog’s as subtle as a hand grenade in a barrel of oat meal
That dog’s like taxes, he just don’t know when to stop
That, I say that boy’s just like a tattoo, gets under your skin
That’s the trouble with that fool dog, always shootin’ his mouth off
This boy’s more mixed up than a feather in a whirlwind
What in the name of Jesse James do you suppose that is.
What in the world’s that hen up to now.
What’s the big idea of bashing me on the noggin with a rolling pin.
Who’s responsible for this unwarranted attack on my person.
You just know I’m gonna do something about this.
You know, there just might be a market for bottled duck.
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We affectionately call him "BFC"
 
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