June 12, 2021
Call me Covid Crazy but I got an eight-week-fever and the only thing that can cure it is more cowbell.
Put Your Hip Boots On And Batten Down The Hatches
Anybody who knows me, knows I come from a long line of BSers. And, in my humble opinion, when it comes to laying it on thick as a brick, nobody I have ever known has done it better than this guy.
Daily Whip Out: "Old Snaggletooth"
The Notorious Hunk Hoppers of Albert Lee
Before my father got drafted in WWII he served for a short time as a Hunk Hopper (a cousin to car hops) at a drive-in south of Albert Lee, Minnesota. The idea was to get these farm hunks and put them in shorts and cowboy boots to draw in the milk maid crowd, which if you've ever been in northern Iowa or southern Minnesota, you know there are more than a few.
At The Iron Skillet, Blake Ranch Turnoff
Daily Whip Out: "The Crow Knows"
So, is the crow saying, "Just about all of this blog post is B.S."?
Right as rain, Roy.
"Does the truth actually go through Kingman, Arizona?"
—Old Vaquero Question