texts: Now that's sharp. That is sharp. Chain give you any trouble? </s> <s> 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?
labels: I don't fuckin' cook.