I am never going to reveal my vaxed or unvaxed status to anybody. So, just to let you know in advance…I won’t have to make a choice because I have done so already.
You mate, you have to choose…and you’ll have to choose every single time.
I do hope you’ve considered all the consequences.
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“I don’t care what you do with me, Br’er Fox” said Br’er Rabbit. “Just don’t fling me in that briar patch over there. Roast me, Br’er Fox, but don’t fling me in in that briar patch,” said Br’er Rabbit.
“It’s so much trouble to start a fire,” said Br’er Fox, “that I think I’d rather hang you.”
“Hang me just as high as you please, Br’er Fox,” said Br’er Rabbit, “but for Lord’s sake don’t fling me in in that briar patch.”
“I don’t have any string,” said Br’er Fox, “so I think I’d rather drown you.”
“Drown me just as deep as you please, Br’er Fox,” said Br’er Rabbit, “but for Lord’s sake don’t fling me in in that briar patch.”
“There’s no water nearby,” said Br’er Fox, “so I think I’d rather skin you.”
“Skin me, Br’er Fox, snatch out my eyeballs, tear out my ears by the roots, and cut off my legs,” said Br’er Rabbit. “Only please, Br’er Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”
“It’s not going to be much fun skinning you,” said Br’er Fox, “you’re not scared of that. But you are scared of the briar patch.”
And with that, Br’er Fox yanked Br’er Rabbit off the Tar-Baby, and he flung him -KERPLUNK!- right into the briar patch.
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