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Thursday, August 25, 2005 Chicken Shit I am the biggest chicken sometimes. I wanted to do a 2.2 mile hike to my friend's house today and I can't do it. There is a supposed trail that connects to another trail and so on which will eventually lead me to her house. I also have GPS coordinates that will lead me to her house. I am so afraid of getting lost!! The first trail is Bear Scat, see I live in the presence of bears and mountain lions, me scared? Nah... I am afraid of coming to someones property that I can't cross, which is 8 miles long and they are sitting in a tree with a gun waiting to shoot a trespasser. This would probably not happen, but you know my luck. So I am choosing another hike this morning which is 5 or 6 miles because I am a big fat chicken. Maybe I need some alcohol, bloody mary perhaps? I really wanted to hike to her casa. You all have a good day. I would like to add........if you come by any inbred boys with banjos.............HAUL ASS!!! I read and think Deliverance. WTF! Stop that. Anyway, you have a gun. Shoot back.....lol I bet that helped us sound a little less like a hillbilly. Ha rlb3773 
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