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Mid MO | If I woke up from a nap and some crack pot was beating on a bongo, I'd get the hxll out too.
Used to work with a young guy. He still had alot of puppy in him. My cousin had moved in to my grandparents' house after my Grandmother had to go to the home because of dementia. We left the house exactly as she had it, which meant Lots of Jesus everywhere. Creepy Sacred Heart Jesus (thorns, blood, open chest wounds) not the kindly shepherd type. Grandmother happened to live right next door to the Parrish hall where all the wedding dances take place. (Perfect location for devout little old ladies and hard partying boys.)
Ol' son goes to a wedding dance, proceeds to drink lots of free beer with my cousins. He is in no shape to drive. So, they plunk him down on grandmother's couch and leave him. Next morning he's waking up and creepy Jesus-es are staring at him from every which direction. Said he didn't know where he was or how he got there, but had to get the hxll out!
Figure that mountain lion felt the very same way.....
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Can any of you communicate with your stock like this?
