This ol fellow moved to a town and found a church, went dressed casual, like the big city he was used to. The old elders frowned upon his disrespectful attire in the house of the Lord, so next sunday, he dressed up sharp in his best bussiness suit, and was again frowned upon by the elders for his pompous attire. He went home, hit his knees, and said, 'Lord, im trying. Please tell me how I should dress acceptably!' God looked down and answered, "How should I know? Never been there.."
Could'nt help myself.. Ha Ha oh well no one can throw anything at me over the internet..
Arkansas. No mountains here. Rice fields and woods as far as the eyes can see.. The rockies were my hobo days. The whole ordeal started when I was younger, got into reading about gold panning, then some drunken ideas and greyhound busses got involved, the rest is a looooong story.
