texts: Uh-uh. </s> <s> Good. Now I got the steaks on, potatoes at a boil, and biscuits ready to pop in the oven. R.L. and Lincoln out yonder grillin' up the corn. What do you know how to make? </s> <s> I don't fuckin' cook.
labels: Gal, I been around hard-cursin' folk all my life. And let me tell you...