By Baxter Black
On the Edge of Common Sense
Team Ropin’ Conver-sation
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“There’s only one thing worse than eating next to a left-handed person, and that’s heading for him. It’s like trying to screw the male end of a garden house into the matching threads on your stock tank drain,” so spoke Bob to Allen, two fair-to-middlin’ team ropers, both fives, in the prime of their addiction. The equivalent of two-pack-a-day ropers.
“Yeah, team ropin’s gone to...
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