Polling Place
When I'm not sent to the local U-haul to vote, I'm sent here...as I like to call it, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre House. If you could do a 180, you'd see a large barn and a bunch of rusted farm equipment. Once inside, you realize the person who lives there must LOVE frogs. They're every where. Not live one (that I can see) but stuffed ones, one on hats and shirts, and knick-knacks.
I guess this is just another example of country livin'.
Here's Parker, proudly wiggling the "I Voted" sticker on his finger. Within a couple minutes, the sticker became an indistinguishable, red, white, and blue ball.
I guess this is just another example of country livin'.
Here's Parker, proudly wiggling the "I Voted" sticker on his finger. Within a couple minutes, the sticker became an indistinguishable, red, white, and blue ball.
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