Well, I had your mindset after two years of bulls**t, and trying to raise two kids on my own, keep them going, and make a living at the same time. Then I met Mrs. Bunker, and gave it a shot.
Two things about her roped me in. No, more than that, I guess.
She loves horses, dogs, and kids.
I handed her my '94 Winchester 30.30, and she banged off six shots, and said "Do it again."
And then shortly after that, she went with me on a weekend trip hauling cars to Oklahoma City.
We were at a truck stop, paying for fuel, and assorted items when the clerk asked if I wanted a bag for my assorted items.
I looked back at her, and told him "Nope! I gotta bag right here!"
He looked shocked, she laughed her ass off, and told me I'd never be able to whoop my way out of that bag.
Now I put the toilet seat down out of courtesy.
She puts up with me.
Well, I had your mindset after two years of bulls*... (