I was hatched in the swamp and raised by alligators. When I was 5, I was taken in by a benevolent family. They tried to make me wear riding boots and take equestrian classes but I kept on riding the horses into the swamp. Eventually they gave up. I guess that's where my love of high boots came from. I got kicked out of school because I would always play 'quicksand' and bury my classmates in the sand box. I tried dating on and off but no one could ever live up to my expectations until I found Muddoug in my swamp last April. I tried to drown him in the river, simply because he had found my favorite mudding hole. To my pleasure, he survived! We have been filming our mud adventures ever since.
The weather is definatly crampin my muddy fun too.
I considered goin out to my spot today, but the thought of cleaning up in the ocean was too much. Its unbearably cold.