Well, the only thing that tells me things are chaning is the weather. And that isn't for the better. It ruined my coyote hunt this week. I'm beginning to think God's pissed at me for useing a rifle instead of a bow. At least he saw fit to gives Annette Funicello. She has been the one constant since I was a kid.
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