Look, understand this. No one lives on this road. The nearest house was about two miles away. I would hardly call that populated. I’ve said this before. Do you understand it this time?
Also, the legal speed limit on an unpaved, county road, in Missouri, is 55 miles per hour. Deal with it.
Our intent was not a factor, legally. The Farmer has a legal obligation to contain and care for his animals. His admittance of the damaged fence and neglected repairs put him, legally at fault. Comprende?
Frank, I don’t expect you to apologize, and I never wanted that, anyways. Frank says it’s dropped, I’ll consider it dropped.
Oh, and Uke, I kinda thought people would read it and say “Man, that’s a weird thing that happened to you. Here’s a weird thing that happened to me, once.” Although, if they said it like that, they would sound like a robot, or accountant.
What are you talking about? This is the second argument-generating thread you’ve generated on this one dumb subject alone.
Get a grip. You did something dumb. Something illegal. Something that caused the destruction of someone elses property. Something that killed some creatures.
Then you post about how you find that humerous.
Then you post complaining that someone called you a “punk” because they didn’t find it humerous. In this post you insert a picture offensive enough that it must be removed.
If you’re looking for a fellow laugher, I’m not it. If you’re looking for a sympathiser, I’m not it. I hope that’s not your definition of “argumentative.”