True story:
when I was about five, we always went to a little country church... and after sermon one day my mom said I could go with my older brother outback of the church... which was just kinda a field... and a ditch to the one side...
long story longest ... there was a dead dog there... I remember it was black and crawling with maggots... the older boys took turns poking it with a stick...
then they gave it to me for a turn to poke... and an older boy shoved me, but held me from falling on the dead dog... I remember my brother who was younger than him beat the $hit outa that kid, and I jumped in to help and a nice kid named Trevor pulled me back and laughed and said ’you brother doesn’t need your help’...
and then later my brother had to ride in the very back of the station wagon because he’d ripped his good clothes and dead dog stink on them
I guess the point is... provide a link when you refer to a thread, you knuckle headed duck lady
- Brooke Shields ( again)