Houston has some lovely blonde lesbians where girls will do girls! Happy belated Houston, hope you got to nurse a Lonestar! Now you're back! Where'll you be in fifteen hours from now is up to the Menno crede...fishin' and a long neck, some Chet Atkins guitar and the wife that keeps you in these valuable lines...be well.
Love and CW McCall Convoy,
Reviewed by Darkest Angel (Reader)
This one is funny; with the southern drawl going, I had the laughing face all the way through. It also sounds like you have made this trip too many times, and that you may need to consider having them come home to you for a few rounds. Hehe. Enjoy, and thanks for sharing this monumental journey.
I got very lost around Houston in March last year, Dayvid... but the airport perimeter grounds were very pleasant! :)) This poem really takes me back - have never seen so many Stars And Stripes from so many flagpoles at the gates of so many "outback" homesteads in my life! Or so many Big Red flat-bed Fords - effing or otherwise! Sure hope you have/had a rootin, tooting time with your girlies and their little'uns and that you get home quick as a rocket-launcher - d'ya read me? Kate xx
Just don't stop in Amarillo, that town is nothing but bad luck for me. And oh yeah, as far as the preachin' goes...My granpa use to tell young preachers; look son don't be nervous, just go out there and offer them heaven, if they don't wannt that, give 'em hell.