Now back to the title.
Gigolo? Our Joe? I wanted to get your attention and I'm sure that title was influenced by my evil twin but it just might apply. Read on.
Since I've previously cooked up our buddy Joe up in Jersey (click here) and even bought him a new couch (and here), I decided to put a special twist on his roast today. I have outlined a new blog for him with a few pictures to help set the theme. I'm hoping it will be successful.
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I. Tales of my wild youth.
I was a lone buffalo in a field full of cows and.....

II. How I led the herd to the promised land.
Back in the day, we were hunted almost to extinction. I was above all that and kept the herd focused until we reached Jellystone....

III. My life as a paid tourist attraction.
I was a lone buffalo in a field full of cows and.....

II. How I led the herd to the promised land.
Back in the day, we were hunted almost to extinction. I was above all that and kept the herd focused until we reached Jellystone....

III. My life as a paid tourist attraction.
That's right. I discovered life is so much easier when I'm fed the remnants from those tiny, silly stupid-looking two-legs inside those four-legged stink machines.....

Once Joe starts bringing in the $ from this new blog, I want my cut.
There you have it. Joe's been cooked again. Best wishes, Joe, and I hope you're back to blogging craziness soon!
Photo credits: Joe's Buffalo: Martha Simmons on tour in Yellowstone

Once Joe starts bringing in the $ from this new blog, I want my cut.
There you have it. Joe's been cooked again. Best wishes, Joe, and I hope you're back to blogging craziness soon!
Photo credits: Joe's Buffalo: Martha Simmons on tour in Yellowstone