Sorry, I must decline for Santa’s health. My hubby, (who truly loved me), always said I had the bonest rearend ever made. I well know that part of my anatomy has only gotten worse. But I’m sure Santa will never go in need.
Well that explains a lot. I was naughty half the time, and nice the rest of it. I must have cancelled myself out.
Hey funny man @Jeff Tracy, where ya been? Makes me wonder how those ol’ c’boy’s got much done without a choreographer or the internet! This lit’le ingin is getten mighty jittery awaiten for the posse to catch this bad en’ befor’ the winter snows settle on us. I wanna be all tucked inta ma furs befor’ the cold closes the pass for the winter.
Spirit in the sky says ; ' You rush in at your peril when snakes abound ' ... be patient and learn from those who do not move. .
@Jeff Tracy, wise words for many, ‘specially them youngins, but this ol’ she-wolf is getten a bit stiff in me bones. Sitten for very long, I git stuck.
And so, Ken's Angels ride off into the sunset to each go their separate ways. Until someday another vile villain dares to disturb the peace in the SeniorsonlyClub. Then there will be a sign sent to the Angels.