Well the ranger`s at a home com`in in Harlem late last night. And the magic rat drove his sleeck machine, over the jersey state line. Barefoot girl sitt`in on the hood of a dodge drink`in warm beer in the soft summer rain.
After months of being lionely there is nothing left to choose, when the dust had finally settled and the air had quickly cleared things were better of than I had feared.... Oh I misss you so badly.
(no inner meaning intended) Today I`ve thought of no words to say. We `ll start a new life`I`ll make my wife, Oh I think we can make it. I`m going to take you by the hand and make you understand...........................
New pickles are finally in the works. Hope the DEA is not monitoring this. (Just Kidding). HaHa! As Long as the chipmonks don`t kill the crop THERE will be Pickles for 07.
Bear, Bare with me . I`m going in all different directions trying to keep many people happy with thier yards. I think about this constant. I will find the time to get to the Post Office I so want to. Bare with me.
So post a pic and send me my PICKLES!!!! You slacker! I hope things are going well for you deary. It been really nice here. Warm during the day but I always have that breeze that seems to turn into wind every night...I love it!!!