Baker - please add this to the menu for future use.
Once heard a story my Grandpa never told me - directly. Proximately related by a known relative, removed by families, however - the story was KNOWN,
New or Old Mexico - also not sure, possible known sightings on both sides///story folds as follows
Grandpa sick of the party and the good times in his neighborhood - wished for more. More Cards, More Women, More Drink, More – MOAR M OA R!.
So upon leaving the latest roundup - in success - and wishing it would never end – fished a ride, on a lonely night, and found himself riding spooning the backside of the Devil himself as he rode a black stallion, the Rider not a gentleman - at all, the Fucking Devil it was- with promises of a party, never ending, cards, bitchces, drink - u know - the DRILL.
Well, Gramps, he hopped on board, and road off for glories and parties evermore. Ended up in a beautiful looking Hotel, Felt Weird -Knowing his Catholic background and all, but the Party never ended and Wonder started on the right side and continued on the left.
Gramps fell into the Party. Day in and day out. DAYS…
Gramps saw the day never end, gramps wanted to go back HOME. Gramps wanted to make his own Steak, not this COMMIE SHIT!.. NNNOOO.
Gramps found a window, squeezed through, wasn't easy - never is. He got back, and told us, warned us - but did we learn? No we did not!!
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