Whatever

I remember the song but wasn’t aware of the G8R type people that sing it.

 

He needs to love us!

 

He’s all out of love.

 

Glad you said, G8R type peeps!

 

Now that fukker is making me late for work. He works in mysterious ways. ❤️

 

Get up @G8R_Taco


Who's kicking your Gator Ass Saturday?

 

Good Morning What's

 

How about you GatorBait? i.e. @G8R_Taco

 

Morning all…

This working on an actual Friday bullshit sucks!!! 11 1/2 years of 4/10s or more.
Gonna take some getting used to, but the short 8 hour days I like. Too bad we couldn’t combine those….. 4/8s!!! Great idea, right???

 

But without the crying….. the wine is a great touch though

 

Morning y'all. Already awake, not that I want to be but gonna get ready for the ranch.

 

btw,...When G8R returns from his unauthorized potty break, ...mix it up with him, don't accept his verbal crap!

One day he'll attend some form of public speaking seminar, maybe.

 

@StayinStock + @wilcam47

while i was in the [fucking cold ass] garage yesterday, dealing with the nail in my tire.. .. ..
a bevy of does comes thru the woods - like 8 of em . . .
not too unusual but at least 6 of em i've seen for the past 8 months so i kept watchin' and the neighbor's dog kept barkin even after they passed..
then this good [shootin] size buck comes up chasin' em from behind - probably a 10 pointer+
Nice rack on that guy
woulda looked good in your she/shed StockMan!!

I cock blocked him - he saw me watching n froze, then he bolted the other way

I got a 'picture' but it sux b/c homeboy was behind a tree - i took a few others that suck even more

 

at least you didn't break a finger nail

 

what, while cock blockin the buck??



I try n keep my nails pretty short and snag free
Do too much stuff with my hands to keep em pretty

But I do this alot

 

Chootem!

 

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more, no

Carry on,
you will always remember
Carry on,
nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
- Kansas

Gotta love Apple Music

Good Morning whateverers