Hello Country Boy, look at your woman, now back to me, now back at your woman, now back to me. Sadly, she isn’t me, but if she knew how to fish, liked to be outdoors and didn’t straighten her hair to a crisp, she could be like me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re at the shooting range with the woman your woman could be like. What’s in your hand, look at me. I have it, it’s a beer with two Winchester SX2/3’s. Look again, the Winchesters are now two coon dogs, let’s go hunting. Anything is possible when you have a real woman, not an orange plastic barbie.
"I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has."