Im a Highroad JUNKIE

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I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

You were lucky...:neener:
 
I'm a Breatharian.

Ramen...extravagent expense! Tea...frivolous. Both of you should be reported to the SEC, FCC, ATF, President and the local union. Sheesh.
 
The wife and I decided that I could buy all the guns I want, as long as I only use money from recycling scrap metal.
Ah, so that's what happened to that steel span bridge that disappeared on the other side of town. :scrutiny:
 
My wife and I have worked out a deal. When the gun safe was full and I had guns chained to the bedframe in the spare bedroom and stashed around the house, she said "NO more." Now, when something new comes in, something old has to go. If your wife is like mine, tell her you'll only spend as much anually on guns as she spends on shoes and purses and the same rule applies.
 
Guns are the only thing I found I wanted to do all my life and not divorce...

like I said before. I lave learned one thing about myself when it comes to guns... I am always one gun short of being happy...
 
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