| BC Stoner
Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: Vancouver Island BC Gender: 
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Stoner Buck$$: 1,095.76 | My youngest son won’t be a rodeo clown but maye he will be a cop with a grade 12 Hello! For the past 5 years my youngest son has been working at a slaughter house in Alberta. A couple of years ago he got a part time job at a cattle auction yard and eventually started hanging around with the wrong crowd (rodeo clowns). The life of a rodeo clown started looking glamour’s to my son and he figured he should make it his carrier. When he first told me (on the phone) that he was going to be a rodeo clown I knew that he would be a grand rodeo clown because he is nibble and a bit of a buffoon but it’s a very dangerous career. A couple of months ago my son and his gal met a man from a small town in Saskatchewan who was looking for young people to relocate to his small town (80 people). This guy found them a nice house and property for a bargain price – they sighed the papers yesterday. (which is cool because it was valentines day) - at the end of the month they will be moving to there first house in Saskatchewan . (no rodeo clones in Saskatchewan it’s all about the wheat) How the cop thing comes into the picture is a week ago I wondered if because this guy that found them the property was the mayor of the small town ( that presently doesn’t have a police force) might one day appoint my son as the new sheriff in town. The next time that I talked on the phone to my son I told him about it and he said that was really weird because the same thought had crossed his mind. How the grade 12 comes into the picture is before he could become a cop he would have to go back to school and get his grade 12 diploma When he dropped out of school in grade 9 - I started hoping that one day he would go back and get his diploma and about a year ago he started wondering if he should So someday I might have to hid my stash from my youngest son but it would be cool. Cheers! PS: I was just joking about rodeo clowns being the wrong crowd – they are the back bone of the rodeo and a fine bunch of people.
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