texts: That boy wants me to. </s> <s> All right then. I'll see you bright and early. How you comin' along on that garden tiller? </s> <s> I fixed it. Hit's a workin' pretty good.
labels: You done fixed it? I'll be damned. Scooter told me it couldn't be fixed. 'Course Scooter's about as shitless as one poor son-of-a-bitch can be. You done fixed it. I'll just be damned. See you tomorrow.