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Eating Supper Before Grace
In Las Vegas where it's so dry the trees are bribin' the dogs, you won't be treated like a skunk at a lawn party as long as your not tighter than bark on a tree and don't have a big hat and no cattle.
I've howdied at most of the black jack dealers and most of them know this ain't my first rodeo. Of course, there are a few who think the sun came up just to hear them crow, but the dogs keep them under the porch.
I sure could be in tall cotton and probably would be as full of wind as a corn-fed horse if the dealers would just paint their ***** white and run with the antelope.
Be careful though. Don't expect to put your boot in the oven and have them turn into biscuits. Like every where these days, just because a chicken has wings doesn't mean it can fly.
Hugs, Charlie
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