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.
A Roaring March Day
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This morning, it was over 70 degrees outside and dark, as
thunderstorms -- even a tornado or two, farther north -- rumbled across the
state. By midd...
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