On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother.
I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.
I'd punch that cocksucker in the balls before I'd cup him for comfort.
I figure if a girl wants to be a legend, she should go ahead and be one.
Those as don't eat, without exception, fail to survive.
I'm drunk. Correct. What the f*** is it to you?