No this won't be a lyrical verse.
My buddy Carl crossed the river late yesterday. He had stopped by around 10 AM to pickup pipe jack stands that he had loaned me. His brother called me about 8:30 PM.
He'd had one big heart attack not long ago. But wouldn't leave the smokes and Coors light alone. Hell he even set himself on fire. Which must have a chore, because, oxygen will not burn. Guess he saturated his mustache and got a spark?
I have a few tales to tell about us, so this is a work in progress. I posted a photo of the whole Sanders bunch once before. He's the one in stripped shirt. Someone made comment about him having horns.
