Earl was finished his day's work at the barn. So, he climbed up into the loft, flaked out on a few hay bails and lite a smoke.

Jeb, the ranch owner caught him and said: "Earl! You fool, put out that cigarette! ... They said you was slow, but that's just plain stund!"

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak