Well golly-gee, Mister. It sure is nice to meet ya. Cost? Heck, there ain't no cost to be part of the Ram-Ranch SST Corral!
Now I know we just met but you mentioning them fluffy tails makes me think you're one of them Fur People that the Liberals keep tellin me I need to care about it. You know, a few years back it would have made me angrier than a Texas Tornado to done hear about folks dressin up as my favorite Disney characters to gay one another. Nowadays with all I've seen I've realized resisting the change is like pissin in the wind. you know what I don't understand though? Why do yall sometimes wear them diapers on the outside of them suits? it would seem to me that given the complexity of the garment you'd wanna take a hint from those egg-heads at NASA and wear those on the inside. But what do I know?
I'd reckon with the tail comment you must be keen on foxes. Funny thing about me and foxes : I used to kill em on site for fear of them killing my chickens. You might say it was my mode us opera and I.
You gotta understand---I love my eggs and I love my chickens in that order. So back before my wife had me get on them SSRIs I was out gathering my hens and I caught one of them red foxes sneaking round my property. Well it wasn't nothin for me to grab my trusty equalizer. Not many things have a chants in hell against 10g buckshot....and that's when I harmed what I love most in the world : D'lila, my 1970 Ford Bronco. I never did see that rascal fox again but I did end up putting a nice hole in D'lila. I got her patched up now but I reckon that's what I get for trying to shoot one of God's creatures in cold blood.
Welp, it was nice to meet you but I gotta scram as the heat is bearing down on me and with the wall mounted A/C unit out again it's gonna take more than one Mint Julip to cool this boy down. Thanks Obama.