Mah friends say mah 12 arguments to the Supreme Court in this hyar case were mighty persuasive. I cain’t gainsay it. But I allow as how mah law pardner Colonel Colt deserves most o’ the credit. That’s right, yer durn, hornswoggling cayuses, come to Bill and Colt, LLC, fer all yer legal needs. You should know as how we don’t do divorces, howsomever. We do widowin’s.
I reckon I should git git ahold of some of this forchlorfenuron, and see just what all it will do to a field of fine Hatch chili peppers.
After all, though I’ve always been able to count on Ol’ Widowmaker for home defense, a man’s got to be open to new ideas.
I kin count on one hand the number a times I had a shootout in the shower. It’s a durn unusual tactical sitchieation. Plinkin’ away with a .22 ain’t a bad choice.
Sweet talk me, sweetheart! If’n your rocket is big enough for a stampede and couple of left over ranches, ah sure am interested.
Using a string o’ horses is jist common sense, it ain’t every critter has Widowmaker’s stamina. But only a dadgum fool plugs his cayus when it gets a mite winded.
This here Falcon Heavy, why, if its a load of blarney its the dang smoothest load of blarney I ever did see. (more…)
When I took in a poor bedraggled cuss of a man of the cloth, I little reckoned he’d make free of mah arsenal and steal mah thunder. Durn him for a do-gooding rattlesnake. I aim to be fair, howsomever. I allow as his exploits excite mah admiration.
I reckon on getting me a new varmint gun.
They say it all depends on who’s ox is being gored. I say nobody better reckon on trying to gore my ox, not so long as I got I keen eye and a six-shooter. Same goes for my steers and heifers.
Thar used to be aliens, till one day I saddled up Widowmaker and shot them cusses.
Compared to these, my cowpie manger scenes are durn Michelangelos.
Yeeha!
Update:
Splashdown. SpaceX has just put the first commercial space capsule into space and brought it down in safely in the Pacific.
-Adam Greeenwood