During The Fall And Winter We Built

I'm Drunk. Correct. What The F*** Is It To You?

Left The Ranch In 1883, Went To California, Going Through The States And Territories, Reached Ogden The Latter Part Of 1883, And San Francisco In 1884.

The Bigger A Man's Gun The Smaller His Doodlewick.

Those As Don't Eat, Without Exception, Fail To Survive.

I Figure If A Girl Wants To Be A Legend, She Should Go Ahead And Be One.