Sorry about that, Chief.
Please don’t, after all not everyone is a ‘smart’ phone zombie.
Were they fighting to see who had to take her?
As long as God’s not mad at him, he’s OK.
Don’t push your luck, kid.
Next football season, he’ll be the end, guard, and tackle, he’ll sit on the end of the bench, guard the water bucket, and tackle any one who comes near it.
Along with ‘The Old Chisum Trail’, ‘Buffalo Gals’, and ‘Home on the Range’.
He’s a lot more like the Coyote.
Actually, frog juice cures nothing, but after one drink the patient never complains about it again.