John, The Quail Are Coming
Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:40 pm
So I am coming up the street and I see a covey of quail. One looks over at me and says,"Hey, tell that Borregowrangler John guy that he can kiss my tail feather and we know where he lives." I told him I would pass on the message. It really happened that way. I know it had nothing to do with the alcohol nor the drugs nor the glue......Where did I leave that bottle of Jack?
Regards, Steve
Regards, Steve