Earl told a story of how some people weren't going to let him leave south his money. Earl said "they're calling the police." The sore loser said "I'm the sheriff!"Was at a nut fry (hog & rooster) at a club on the lake. Poker, blackjack and a crap table. Biggest action was at the craps table. There at the table, with one hand full of benjamin's and dice in the other was our sheriff...only he was in plain clothes.
"Welllll, lookit there, we ain't gonna git raided tonite," I heard another patron state after spying the sheriff.
Earl told a story of how some people weren't going to let him leave south his money. Earl said "they're calling the police." The sore loser said "I'm the sheriff!"
At first I thought were referring to the guy in the pink frilly capri pants.In a little 8-ball tournament at the local dive bar tonight, and this guy shows up:
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It looks like birdshot!After looking at the bracket I think I'm more afraid of the dart players