Someone in one of the groups was concerned that I did not
know what I was talking about, because I did not live
close to the border.
I do live close to the border. I live so close that I
could probably shoot a different illegal mex every day
from my yard with a 357Mag pistol. I live so close that
I could probably then take the body and set the feet in
quik-crete (usually takes about two hours to dry here),
and then throw the bodies in the deep-well mine entrance
out back. I live so close that every once in a while one
of the bodies could pop up like a bobber (called floaters)
, and I would have to use a gaffing hook to pop them so
they would sink back down (because when you pop the
bodies they spray some pretty vile crap, about twice a
week, again maybe). I live so close that every once in a
while one of those bodies might pop up with only one leg
in the cement making them hard to pop (called spinners,
again maybe).
Anyway that's how close I live to the border...
BAT
The morning shines new light so that I can see,
That I never left this road that brings me sweet sweet liberty, Like a
ringing bell, thats freedom's spell, A new day callin'. En Vogue
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