Homesickhorn

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Growing up in Kerrville, summertime camp counselors from the cities were, and always will be, my favorite pastime.

That movie was extremely hard for me (and harder for my ex-wife) to watch because I'd recognize places and call them out. That movie was fantastic.

I did the original route (Starting in Southern France through northern Spain) in 2003. It took me 36 days. Would've taken me less time, but I was 23yrs old, and was really enjoying the (cough) scenery at the time. So I'd stay in a town for a few days to "let me feet heal up". Arguably the greatest thing I'd ever done for myself, and by myself up until that point of my life. And I'm going to do it again.

It's a shame those two guys parted ways.

Oh, they absolutely gang up on aggy in that thread. I post over there under my Ole Miss avatar. If you read the entire thread, take a guess at who I am.

Well…fuck the Abilene Zoo.

First and last pics are probably one of my favorite venomous sneks. Bushmasters. Edit* I hope I’m right. Quick glances.

It’s easy, just ask him if he’s got a minute to talk about Jesus Christ.

Man, that is a pretty snek.

Skipping leg day is toxic as fuck bruh.

Well, according to his name, he certainly CAN cock.

This made me smile.

Looks like a yellow belly nerodia (water snek). Can be bitey, but they’re harmless.

This^^^...fucking this. If I'm buying a hat from here on out, I'm buying it from a cool outfit who's set up a booth, or I'll just get a Resistol.

Yeah dude, saw four of them the other night when I had the crew of kids in the car. Not particularly what I was looking for, but I got (the two that weren’t already run over) out of the road. Here’s one that I was able to grab and throw into the grass. I don’t want to show pics of the ones that were run over. I’ve got a video of the other one that I moved into the tall stuff. That said, the prairie king is still with me. That dude is as cool as a cucumber. He’s gonna be a tough one to turn loose. I marked where I found him though.

Someone please post that picture of the six guys of African American decent standing over the blonde girl sitting innocently on the couch. I feel like that’s what Bevo is trying to explain in layman’s terms, how snakes mate to those who haven’t read the books.

Crazy question, but did you happen to know a football player name Ray Finkle while at Stetson? I believe he was a place kicker (soccer style).

Went out to Katy Prairie last night sans Patricio, and stumbled across this (almost 4ft) mud snek, and this prairie king.

NSIAP

Making whoopie.

Fuck. Yes.

This^^^.

Since losing awesome dog part-II almost six months ago, all that’s left is this cat that Little Homesick made me buy him while I was going through my divorce. The fact that I paid actual American money, for this animal baffled me. The the shop owner, upon seeing the malnourished, terribly flea ridden, crusty black cat in the back of the cage (behind some of the prettiest kittens I’d ever seen) said, “if that’s the one your son wants, you can reach back there and get him yourself”. He didn’t even smirk when I asked him if I could get $5 off for doing his job for him. Since then, Beans (Little Homesick has a penchant for names that are awesome, and he was four at the time), has been one of the coolest animals I’ve ever had the honor of being acquainted with. Not only do full sized dogs pull their owners across the street upon setting foot on the sidewalk that borders Bean’s territory (as he sits on the rocking chair, cleaning his teeth), but I had the honor of receiving a letter from our USPS mail carrier letting me know that I could pick up my mail at the local post office. She was done seeing headless squirrels on my doorstep. Beans is a killer, dyed in the wool. But he’s also a lover, who has completely changed my opinion of cats. I’m sorry for your loss man.