Y’all ever have a week that’s like, a yee without a haw. A ya without a hoo. A hoot without a holler. A proverbial snake in ones metaphorical weathered ranglin’ boot.
You know what them boys say. Don’t squat with yer spurs on, but I wore them darn spurs anyway didn’t I Larry
What we know about Jolene: beauty beyond compare, flaming locks of auburn hair, ivory skin, eyes of emerald green, smile like a breath of spring, voice soft like summer rain
What we know about ‘my man’: talks in his sleep
Guess I’m back to spreading my homosexual Jolene propaganda