I really want to tell you about it too, but I can’t right now, because I have to get the pictures to properly illustrate the level of fantastic that was experienced. If I had to measure it in words, I’d say that it was kind of like if Jennifer Aniston is your hairdresser and she always wears thin cotton t-shirts that are old and almost threadbare. That’s just the ice cream of this sundae, because she is constantly brushing her breasts against your cheeks, and she’s never wearing a bra. I’m going to add in that she kisses and bites your ear, while she hugs you when you give her the $15. It was that good.
Anyhow, because I’m waiting for the technical difficulties to work themselves out, I will point you in the direction of my latest post at Aiming Low. It’s called Chin Up, Gun Nut. Maybe Next Year, and it’s so amazing. Well, if you like to hear about hillbillies shooting themselves and others.
What’s your best hillbilly joke?
Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone,