1205: IT DEPENDS ON HOW MANY PRICKS YOU CAN STAND?

A few years back, we had a surprisingly cold winter here in East Texas. Yes sir, a lot of the bugs and animals that weren’t used to the cold, just croaked.  However, we had one group of them boogers, who decided that they would kinda snuggle together to keep warm and try to beat ol’ Man Winter.  It was the porcupines.
 

Well, it’s a shame, but at first, their dang quills poked the next one to the other and they got lightly wounded and flustered.  They force them selves to take it for a while, but they thought the pain was just a bit much, so they separated.  Yeah, you got it; they began to die from the cold.  Every time a flustered porc left, he’d kick off.  So, the ones that were left decided they had to make a choice.  Kinda one of them better of two hurt things, you know.  Yep, they had to either accept the quills of their companions or kiss their lil’ prickly hineys good-bye.
 

Ha, you know what they picked, don’t ya?  Yes sir, they decided to go back to snugglin’ up. They figured they’d be better off just livin’ with their minor wounds than dyin’ all alone.  Anyway, their bodies gave off the heat they needed to beat the cold. They survived that winter and made it to spring.
 

Now you guys remember that the best relationship is not the one that brings together the very best folks. Naw, but when folks learn to live with other folks lil’ digs, then they might see some good.  Of course, there is a valuable lesson in this lil’ story:  Y’all gotta just learn to live with the “pricks” in your life and somehow you will, painfully, get by!
 

In other words, we can unite based on like mindedness and forget about color and financial status or we can all be left out in the cold with Barry Hussein!

EPILOGUE: You lil' punk in our house, you insignificant lil' flea, you cannot defeat me! I am backed by a fella, who had spikes driven in both hands and feet, then he was hung on timbers and the only thing holding him up were those spikes, then he was stabbed and given up for dead, then he was entombed, then he walked out of that tomb and ascended up into the sky and after all of that he still lives today! Yes, this is my backing! What's yours? George Soros? I am laughing whole-heartily right now! How small you really are you lil' arrogant imposter! Oh yeah, and if you think this fella backing me is something, I just can't wait 'til you meet his father! Good luck, you're gonna need it!