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I've never lived in a real ranch, I mean, which slaughtered animals, incest or no-teeth ranch hands.
But in my little "ranchito" I had a great time. It was awesome to get up in the mornings, and pee outside without the neighbors seeing me.
The high of the day was always picking the eggs from the chicken coup, making scrambled eggs for breakfast...
How can someone prefer a McDonalds breakfast to that?
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