OK, those who are faint of heart just look the other way.
Man, staked out on an anthill, buck naked, face down.
Cowboy rides up and asks what happened.
Man mumbles into the ground, "Indians killed my children and took my wife away, and left me staked out on this anthill!
Sound of a large pewter belt buckle hitting the ground..."Bud, this just ain't your day"
Man, staked out on an anthill, buck naked, face down.
Cowboy rides up and asks what happened.
Man mumbles into the ground, "Indians killed my children and took my wife away, and left me staked out on this anthill!
Sound of a large pewter belt buckle hitting the ground..."Bud, this just ain't your day"
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.