I tried for only a matter of seconds to imagine the person who thought it'd be real cool to make such a thing and to run it on his (def his, not their) wallowing hog. And I'm a happier fellow for having stopped so quickly.
I want to imagine a halter topped half drunk old lady holding a leather snap top cigarette/Cricket lighter pouch with a vulgar saying beer koozie... her stork legged old man has a mean sunburn. he keeps a pocket fisherman in there. a 30 mile ride through Canyon Moon Gulch highway they arrive at the lake campgrounds and fishing supplies with one gas pump, enjoy Coca Cola machine, an ICE machine and telephone booth mmmkay, cold cigarettes and fresh ice to go. her ride hair has to be brushed out. he catches a lake record fish and they put his picture in the newspaper. then they sold all that and bought a boat, that sank and ruined their entire summer. her Koozie floated down stream.
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I tried for only a matter of seconds to imagine the person who thought it'd be real cool to make such a thing and to run it on his (def his, not their) wallowing hog. And I'm a happier fellow for having stopped so quickly.
I want to imagine a halter topped half drunk old lady holding a leather snap top cigarette/Cricket lighter pouch with a vulgar saying beer koozie... her stork legged old man has a mean sunburn. he keeps a pocket fisherman in there.
a 30 mile ride through Canyon Moon Gulch highway they arrive at the lake campgrounds and fishing supplies with one gas pump, enjoy Coca Cola machine, an ICE machine and telephone booth mmmkay, cold cigarettes and fresh ice to go. her ride hair has to be brushed out. he catches a lake record fish and they put his picture in the newspaper. then they sold all that and bought a boat, that sank and ruined their entire summer. her Koozie floated down stream.
Marshall is a true wordsmith.
:Sigh.: If that Koozie could talk, what tales it might tell.
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