Neighbor called. “ya want a pig”, he says. Heck, I didn’t want to skin a pig. Too hot. I asked the wife if we needed pig meat, and she said “Hell no”, so I declined the pig. Then she changed her mind, like women do. So I called him back and said I’d take one. He had 5 in the trap. We were at it for hours. I am whupped. Couldn’t kill a bunny rabbit with a tire tool right now. Beer helped though.

If you had enough beer you won't remember tomorrow anyway, and none of it will matter. Ya just gotta make sure you got plenty of lubricant for things like this.

A trauma forgotten is a trauma never experienced.

Unless it left a scar.

Those are the things you ponder now and then..."how did that get there?" Kinda like Jimmy Buffet's tattoo.