tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169314107796334970.post143959728415754589..comments2024-03-27T09:45:21.220-05:00Comments on Billy Bob's Travels: Oh Crap...painBilly Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549232524429115454noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169314107796334970.post-75516037257609397162009-11-23T17:17:46.895-06:002009-11-23T17:17:46.895-06:00I like those bologna and bologna and egg sandwiche...I like those bologna and bologna and egg sandwiches.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169314107796334970.post-62152413739064616812009-11-23T13:33:03.271-06:002009-11-23T13:33:03.271-06:00BBob, take care of yourself and quit over doing it...BBob, take care of yourself and quit over doing it.<br /><br />Ben i T, funny... that's about the same thing my uncle told me about getting back to my land when I said my knees were giving me hell. "The land will be waiting on you when you get there." Sounds like something a Tibetan Monk would come up with, but so true.tffnguyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01830558433596399955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169314107796334970.post-6551362038094562642009-11-23T08:06:08.265-06:002009-11-23T08:06:08.265-06:00Don't ya just hate it when you plan gits all f...Don't ya just hate it when you plan gits all fouled UP? <br /><br />You know your body and aches and pains better than anybody, so you know what you can and can't do. <br /><br />All I can say is, if you do pull out today,, safe trip. But that Slabs ain't going no where, they be there when you git there.Ben in Texashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09068952818736489066noreply@blogger.com