My mind’s just in the gutter. Last one for today. Alaskan folk wisdom:
My husband and I are both gold miners, and right now we have water flowing through our sluice box, and when that occurs we don’t do a lot of socialisin.’
Indeed. I’m just waiting for some big-city reporter to ask a Wasilla native “just what do you do around here in this tiny town?” and get the classic laconic reply, “well, we fuck a lot.”
Kinda reminds me of when we lived in the thriving metropolis of Igloo, So. Dak. Some stranger asked my crazy uncle what we did for fun. “We hunt and fuck.” “Waddaya you guys hunt for?” “Someone to fuck.”
I was about 9 at the time.