I am rather grizzled and living on the outskirts of the desert.
We play Vivaldi in our dune buggies.
Cooter caught another possum tonight.
Every night it's either chocolate milk, or chocolate milk and burbon.
The campfire stories make it worthwhile.
Some of the guys from the quiki-mart have an existential streak.
Truckers on crank get corn dogs at 3am under flourescent light.
Red christmans...
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