Monday, May 29, 2006

White Brightwood Trash

Is what she called me, my friend in the cowboy hat, swilling beer.
There was:
horse ridin', jeep drivin' , beer drinkin', rabble-rousin', laughin', yellin', tellin' dirty jokes, swearin', marshmallow eatin', chicken legs, ribs, and corn, with butter in a spray bottle.
And me?
I just felt really nourished.

1 comment:

Shawn said...

She sounds hot in a twisted kinda way...