I spent the last evening of our CO vacations sitting on my dad’s back porch, drinking beer, and chatting. It was so relaxing and fun! At one point both of my children asked if they could taste my drink (it was Fat Tire, not some watery Coors Light). Well, my dad let me taste his beer when I was a kid and I remember being repulsed. I figured, hey, they’ll hate it and maybe that will take away some of the mystique. So I gave them each a tiny little sip and they made the most hilarious faces you’ve ever seen. Then they both had to go spit in the grass to get the taste out. When they came back Wild Thing had this to say:
I’m no lady, I break the law, and I have a tattoo. I have achieved the makin’ of a country song. Or white trash. Or is that the same thing?
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shoot your husband’s dawg and you’ll be a hit
That is too funny.
Well…when your tatoo is comprised of several guys names crosses out, with your current true love’s name at the bottom, then we’ll arrange an intervention. Ot if you get one that says “GIT’R DONE!”
LOL
Oh, I just love white trash. Them’s friends of mine. But you have to have a truck and big hair too. And lots of regret.
And I want to sing backup baby!
I must have done something wrong with child number four because he likes the stuff. Go figure! And I have a picture of me in a mug photo from years ago. I’m famous, sort of! Ha!
Oh YAH! A girl after my own heart!
Have you heard the one about what happens when you play a country song backwards?
Your wife comes home, you get your pickup fixed and the dog comes back to life.
LOL Sorry…had to do it!