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There still fighting in brads thread, I told them that I liked pears and big women.
Dem big girls appreciate ya.
Old Mike would swim underwater, lock up and point at a Quail Unlimited release cage that had been sittin' in a woodpile gettin' the bird smell rained off it for two years, climb trees, jump through the glass window to kill a cat, and break himself out of the dog pound repeatedly once he was fed. He would tippy toe up the conduit up the side of the brick wall and jump over the barbed wire.
Mike Brown would wait when I teed up a practice golf ball and I'd nail it with a pitching wedge, catch it in the air, bring back and t it up. Sleep on my chest on the couch and fart at the Superbowl party Rams vs. Titans so terrible, it cleared the house. Mike stayed and slept and farted grown men went outside and froze.
He was famous for running off and walking the entire route with a mail carrier and come back when he'd get to our house.
Rep for Mike "Sumbitch" Brown.