...and not because of Brokeback Mountain. Reading the paper this morning, this little tidbit jumped out at me, since it happened in the little town in Wyoming where I grew up and where some of my family still lives:
In Gillette, Wyo., a thief siphoning gas from a car late at night spilled some of the gas on his pants and decided to use his cigarette lighter to see how wet his parts were. He's recovering with second- and third-degree burns to his legs.
Just for the record, the majority of my education was in Idaho, NOT Wyoming.
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Maybe you did grow up in Idaho. But you insinuated that you had family in WY still and you didn't say whether or not he was one....
I think it is something in the water there....remember the roman candle fights we used to have with Brian and Greg?
Darwinism applies to any location. This is nature's way of singling out this individual, who needs to be culled from the herd.
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