March 18, 2007
I visited with Franky today. He was home babysitting his daughter, Cheyenne. Once his wife got home, I tagged along as he fed his cattle and horses. Somehow he talked me into getting on the back of a docile bull named Billy. Franky became the photographer and for a brief moment, I was a bullrider....or a bull"sitter" rather...
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Where's his six-shooter?
"Be Clint, John, Be Clint."
I knew you could only suppress the inner cowboy for so long.
bull-shitter rather
Oh the joy! I wish I could find a cow to ride on - he looks fun. Did he have a wet or a dry nose? ...a dry nose would be preferable.
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