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Originally Posted by soundman98
really? some find your back in the day stories too much?
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I reckon.
I remember back-in-the-day, going with my grandfather to take a load of corn into the feed mill. While waiting for the corn to be ground and sacked, I would have to sit around on the loading dock and listen to old men wearing bib overalls, chewing or smoking cigars tell back-in-the-day stories back to back for hours.
I often thought that if I ever get that way, I would hope that someone would just shoot me.
