I agree it sounds like someone is talking about saw dust and horse poo. Brings a whole new meaning to sholving manure don't it.
Where do these people come from?
Give a whole new meaning to: We were just shooting the sh*t. Or talk about the sh*t hitting the fan. Ah, meadow muffins. I love the aroma of
meadow muffins in the morning. Much different than napalm.
These people are our neighbors. People don't go and introduce themselves to new neighbors nowadays like they used to do 20 years ago: "Hi there neighbor, my name is Mark and I like to shoot cannonz. Do you?"