It's true, though. You're a desert thunderstorm and a prairie sunset. You're strength and courage and humor. You're warm and you're unforgiving, you're sweet and lingering like a good cigar and a warm whiskey. Any man would be damned lucky to have you at their side.
...keep that shit up I ain’t gonna sit next to ya on th’ bus.
Swear t’god y’jus’ like seein’ me red.













