To the gal who dumped me a few weeks ago because "The hassle of dating a rancher wasn't worth the time and effort"
I've had 15 calves in the last 48 hours and you could've pet Every. Single. One.
Call a tow truck and have them take the car to your house. Remove the windshield at your house and have a glass company install a new one. Tow bill should be about 60-80 bucks. New windshield should be about 150. Keep the schools device. Fuck em.
By that logic I'm not drunk driving in Minnesota as long as I slammed those 18 beers on my own free will.
Congratulations, you've just told millions of women that their choices negate their right to not be assaulted.
The kid I went to school with, who cut off the head of a chicken and fucked the body, is in a happy relationship and expecting a child. Meanwhile I'm at the bar wondering how to read this gals signals... What kinda sick twisted shit is this?
It's mine. No, it ain't brand new. No, it ain't a show truck. No, it ain't got the biggest sleeper and most comfortable seats. And no, it ain't perfect. But it's got a strong engine, it's got 10 good tires and lots of life left. IT'S MINE. And y'all, I'm scared to death.
Ranch hands are the only people on Earth who are mechanics, plumbers, heavy equipment operators, electricians, home and shop builders, and engineers all in one. But if you ask us what we do for a living every one of us will say "Ohh I run cows for ____________"
It's common courtesy to acknowledge anyone standing directly next to someone you know.. at the same time though if your Significant other doesn't introduce you as one of the first actions when seeing someone new that says alot.