I could live there. I could totally live there, as long as I had regular air-drop deliveries of beer, ammo and MREs. And a creek to wash my chonies. With solar powered satellite internet access so I could post about totally living there. A warm place to go potty with a steady supply of Speigel catalogues would be good, too. Totally cool.
Oh yeah, and a fully furnished vacation cabin within 100 yards for Mrs. Strutts, with a custom kitchen, master bath, video room, and a barn with a woodshop, a meat locker and a pool table.
I could totally live there.
Totally.
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Tacky Raccoons 