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Pete, you're personal protective gear is inspiring.
OK, it's frickin' cold outside and I needed to ride the mower. Since it's cold, I used the face sock, the hat, the goggles and the new BOSE earbuds...

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I have been told that Im not allowed to get little Pete on a spit or even suggest it
Woot? Kid is fan-tas-tic meat. Just wonderful. Go for it!

But I'll pass on an old billy goat...
 
it's frickin' cold outside and I needed to ride the mower.
I just noticed this and have to point out that if it's frickin' cold outside, you don't need to ride your mower. In fact, if it's frickin' cold outside, you won't be able to ride your mower. You might, however, need to shovel about a metric crapton of snow.

Rgds,
Someone who knows what frickin' cold is.
 
Where is the goat I feel like this was false advertising Im glad I didnt buy the package and get burnt like you did Syphon.
 
Yes, I have been waiting for a Lil Pete update for quite some time now. I feel your pain Sphyon... well, only metaphysically.
 
Haha to be fair Chris did deliver on all the package contents forever ago. The goat has been a logistical challenge on both sides.

Pete is prepping the area still though up at his place for it. No regrets!
 
Sorry I didn't see this thread sooner, as I have a goat story from the days of diesel boats. @Akimbo might want to check out the link.

The Goat on the Boat

An excerpt from the beginning of the story:
What prompted us to want a goat, God only knows. Maybe we were looking for a little loving, and after striking out with every barmaid on Bank Street, decided to try our luck with something really wild. Anyway, we bought the damn thing. The rooster was a bonus, and I think it was included because it and the goat were stable mates, and the farmer didn't want to separate the two. We got back to New London with both of them, and paraded up and down Bank Street until the Shore Patrol stopped us (we were in dress blues). The conversation between the wagon driver (WD) and Shore Patrol Headquarters (HQ) went something like this:

WD: "Hey, we've got two drunk sailors with a goat and a rooster. What do you want us to do with them?"

HQ: (after a long pause) "You've got what!"

WD repeats transmission; another long pause.

HQ: "Are they together?"

WD: "Best I can tell. One says they're all shipmates, and refuses to be parted."

HQ: "How drunk are they?"

WD: "The goat and rooster are sober, I think, but the other two...well...let me put it this way; they're under their own power as long as the goat holds them up. You want us to bring them in?"

HQ: "Hell no! Just tell them to get off the street. And to stay off it!"

Not long after we got back to the Dolphin, a group of us decided we were hungry and we all ended up in the Hygienic Restaurant to get something to eat. The goat acted like he was really hungry, and we figured a salad would taste just right. We ordered a bowl of cereal for the rooster. John D. (Speedy) Gonzales * * * *


Bob
 

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