Put on a new white tank top because it came in my package with the black and gray ones.
It lasted about 10minutes and I had to take that fucker off.
It just felt so wrong.
My boots may be dirty and my hands may be rough, but my tank top tells you I’m
“As smooth as Tennessee whiskey and sweet as strawberry wine”
Stop staring at me
I hate the fucking public
I have a very good friend that is gay and every time she comes around my 2yr old filly Grishilde acts like she’s in love and in raging heat.
I have a lesbian horse.
Now I need a pride flag with a horse on it.
I stopped and talked to a nice old redneck in a beat up pickup full of rusted water heater tanks at the gas station this morning.
I now have a “Scrapper Dan”, and he doesn’t even appear to be a meth head.
Small miracles do happen.
Sat down to watch a half hour show before I went back outside and woke up 2 hours later literally fucking screaming.
Day terrors are a thing y’all.
That nap came at me like a ninja.