Thursday, November 21, 2013

Everyone wants to be cremated these days

Not me.  Bury me.

But if you insist on cremating me, put my ashes in an ammo can and lob my powder into the Chesapeake.

Just like this guy is getting within his favorite holler in West, by God, Virginia. That's a good and tidy way to take care of bidness if you are a gunnie.  Are you listening, Brother?  I'll prolly kick it before you.

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