When I go up to my homestead, and I have to fire off a Cleveland Steamer? It's all about grabbing the rifle and the shovel and going off into the woods and digging a little grave and firing off that steamer and then shooting it so it dies a fast pleasant death, then covering it up afterwords. And that's what I like about LiteFoot (my homestead): It's simple. There's no infrastructure. You gotta fire an ass grenade at 3:00 in the morning? Go dig a grave. Thirsty? Better hope you packed the H2O, bro. Wanna chill? No worries mate - it's Chill Country up here. Anywhere will do. Set yourself down and crack that brewskie and relax into the forest. Morning beers are the best, too, and I don't know why. And I like pruning trees, and there are trees for as far as I can see, and they all need to be pruned.
You should buy some land and work it. Make sure it's far from the crowd, where the cops don't go.
You should buy some land and work it. Make sure it's far from the crowd, where the cops don't go.
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