
Originally Posted by
scumdog
Not sure if it the correct section BUT:
I've got CB as a life partner. (after a 26 year lay-off in between).
She supports me in my lunacy,
She tolerates (OK, encourages) my gropings and carnal desires. (Canterbury KBers shut-the-hell-up)
She sits for hours behind me on the Tequila Sunrise as we tour the Mainland.
She buys my favourite brew when I need it (which is always)
She lets me go off on hunting trips, KB trips, Hot-rod runs.
She lets me use a 7 litre vehicle as an every-day run-around. (at 10mpg)
She lets me buy/have more guns/ammo than the Alabama National Guard.
She lets me go to the US of A (ok, she came too) to let me cruise around with a variety of "Sherriffs/Highway Patrol/ County Deputies and FBI associates, she lets me let rip with all sorts of full-auto weapons of war - and lets me purchase and ship home but large, stereotypical examples of '60s overdone yank tanks.
But she makes me change my socks/jocks and T-shirts.
Anybody else have burdens as bad as mine????
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