Mike just lost his Bride and Best Friend Lucille this morning.

I know that he has calluses on his knees from praying for a lot of you guys.

Let’s return the favor.
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.