While in South Carolina a couple of weeks ago, looky what parked itself under an ottoman on Charleen's porch?
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And Charleen wanted to find out "what kind of rattlesnake it is." Hey! It's the kind that will MESS YOU UP.
So I was standing way over to the left in this picture, lifting the ottoman flap with an oar so Charleen could get this picture. Contrary to the story, I was NOT poking at it with the oar!
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