This weekend I'm going down even further south for the annual 4th of July party in a town that has a population of 5 including the local cows. Oh the stories that have happened there. From telling huntin stories around a ten foot tall bonfire to something that made someone say, and I quote, "I've been to two goat ******** and a World's fair and I ain't seen nothing like this." to a picture of a Jeep flipped over in a ditch and fifteen guys, each holding beers, pointing and laughing at it, to a burglar getting killed on the front porch by my uncle.
I am in for a wild, four hour ride. I won't be able to post at all since it is 100 miles from any form of civilization.
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