Well boys the shit finally hit the fan at Chateau Clem's. I come home from a tough day of playing cards, some horses, maybe a beer or two topped off with a massage from this bowlegged brazillian broad, only to find the Seahag must have lost her mind. I god a yard and house full of Mexican day laborers. Two are on the roof cleaning gutters, about 4 of them are raking leaves and kicking a soccer ball around at the same time. I get in side and she must of had 5 of these idiots running around with feather dusters. Right about now I was thinking two things.
Remember the Alamo number one.. Number two these boys must be hungry. Luckily I had some crabs in the garage that needed to be cooked like 3 days ago and some of Uncle Clem's special Old Mayo. Crab Salad Sandwiches should have these fcukers headed for the boarder. :facepalm:
Remember the Alamo number one.. Number two these boys must be hungry. Luckily I had some crabs in the garage that needed to be cooked like 3 days ago and some of Uncle Clem's special Old Mayo. Crab Salad Sandwiches should have these fcukers headed for the boarder. :facepalm:
