You have no idea how stoked I am to actually be at a point in my life where this song is actually relevant. Now all I need is a schweet red cowboy shirt, big ass hat, and a basset hound named “Fred”.
I will continue to catch up on posts from the past days on my trip back, so keep your dial on channel 9 and let me know about the where-a-bouts of them county mounties.
c.
December 10, 2009 at 3:52 pm |
BUBBA
Obviously I meant all the Bourbon distilleries and not whut ah sed—duh