- 26 May 11, 20:53#257358
In case you didn't know, those Amish men that stand behind a horse with their right arm up the horse's arse, those are mechanics.
Nothing accompanies a good vintage moonshine like quality banjo music. Here in Georgia we have both in profusion.
Wish there were a Grand Prix of the South in Atlanta- We could really put on a show.
Would it be called the HeeHaw Grand Prix?
Doesn't vintage moonshine sounds like an oxymoron?
But who am I to complain, I have to steer my car around horse sh!t piles. I've begun to refer to them as Amish chicanes.
In case you didn't know, those Amish men that stand behind a horse with their right arm up the horse's arse, those are mechanics.
Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point.