Their mission in life was to tote bituminous coal out of the mountain fastness of West Virginia and move it west to the gateways of Deepwater, Columbus and Toledo and east to tidewater at Hampton Roads.

But you can't ride a horse. I can ride old Walleye. But he's got the swamp-cancer. He's dying, Daddy. He's nearly dead.

These wagon jumping dickslaps are not hip-hop, and will not be hip-hop no matter how many Haze teeshirts or Fondle Em 12"s daddy buys them.

gardening togs, swimming togs