When our engagement was announced, her folks, of course, had to throw a party. I was not uncomfortable in the company, but found the majority of them to be self-absored twits – still do, there’s plenty of them here in Aiken County. They’re called “horse people”.

When people would ask what I “did” I’d tell them I was a lycanthropist. With few exceptions, they’d ask, “Oh! Is that a good field? My son/nephew/daughter/neice is looking for a good career path.”

Only person who caught me was a psychologist. He walked away laughing his a$$ off after comlimenting me on my education and wit.

I still giggle about that evening.

She and I did not marry. Just as well. She ended up hooked with an “artist”, bloomed to 300 pounds, and produced a baby every year…

Go! Go! Buff-a-lo! Block that Lion from the goal! DEFENSE!!

Not a good idea to invite a crocodile to provide the diversion at half-time.

Speaking of messy nature videos, how about a catch-and-release between a python and a hippo? Ugh. Search youtube for VryQDsx5Ad8