Where's the beef, and could I have fries with that please ?
Fries? Well, the ranch has long been owned by a family with the last name, French. With all that Freedom, no spittoon was used in the process of my party being granted permission to skedaddle. Driving an open cab jeep, his habit seemed to be to just spit on the ground. Anyway, distracted by other cultural aspects, none of us thought to ask about ranch cuisine!
Oh, get some "ranch dip" and forget about it !
Agreed, I hate it when women chew ... it stains their teeth and then you gotta kiss them.
"NO NOTHING" is a double negative, so apparently anything goes!
Good excuse! I'm liking that place more and more.
I'll hold a song in reserve as a backup plan:
"There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me. The sign was painted, said 'Private Property.' But on the backside, it didn't say nothing. This land was made for you and me."