Why I love it here.

I didn't, but I could order a beer at 10:30AM and no one would judge me.

"Jack, this is my brother-in-law..." "Holy shit! You're a big son-of-a-bitch!"

I could smell the sagebrush even though it was 18 degrees.

The bumpersticker read: "Where you can still smoke in the bar and drink in your car."

"I bought a big old truck yesterday and I just got invited to go ice fishing. How fucking Montana is that?!"

"No, you guys don't pay for anything here."