I’ve said it before but Billy is EXACTLY like a retired flight instructor I know down at Rucker. My brother’s an instructor and said old guy is a mentor of his, has become a good friendly friend. Is just like. Big ole Chief, from Texas, drives a Harley. Give Billy T a miniature Pinscher (comically small for a big man) and it’ll be perfect.
Hotter'n the tennis courts at an El Paso rest facility.. you might wanna try a huge bag of _Midnight_ Kentucky Blue Grass with a little Creeping Red thrown in, that Bermuda'll put the hollowing curse on your watermelons faster'n you can say, "G'mornin' to you too, Nancy!" Can't solve your raccoon or chewed noodle problem, Mr. Friendly, but I know a guy that can resell that piano, it ain't old.. it's 'steampunk' or something, one of my friends told me that.
The Spring Toad Massacre in the little fishpond each year. Imagine walking out the door to catch the school bus and seeing guts from a dozen or so toads floating there in the water. It’s probably what gave the goldfish such glossy coats.
Billy, i got your meanin’ with them raccoons. Them little shits keep tearin’ at m’trash, even if i only have one rock on the trash lid. Gotta pin it down with 2. Thank the good lord above they don’t mess with the recycling.
Is this the mythical friendly senior NCO? The only ones I've ever met are onto their third or fourth divorce, are completely wiped out from all the alimony and child support, hate life, but hate the juniors more, and seem to make it their personal mission to make everyone as miserable as them
