Sunday, October 24, 2010

I'm just not going to talk about it

Maybe I will a little bit. These are the horsies that ran up to me to say "HI"

Hi Horsies. Who's the cute little pony? Who is? Yes! You are!

The cows were a bit snobbish.

This is where I was chased down by the huge wolf sized vicious dog. 

Fine, maybe it was a dachsund.

Oh, here are the horsies again! Who doesn't love horsies.
Those trees....that's where I marked my territory. (It's all good in Redneck Woods). 

Why is it whenever I need a good trailer, I'm not in a place where I can write down the phone number?
Everything hurts here. Something has gone awry and taken me with it.

Don't be fooled by the sign.

I just like this sticker

Nothing says Redneck Woods better than: (SING IT WITH ME!) New York, London, Paris, Munich....everybody talk about mmmm POPMUZIK, talk about....(hey, YOU 
have YOUR music I have mine. Don't be critical).
This is a picture of a Witch humping a giraffe. I know you can't see it, but why would I take a picture of a giraffe?
Finally, the long road home...