SouthernN'Proud
Southern Discomfort
My loving and thoughtful wife gave me, among other things, a certificate for a one hour hot stone massage at Christmas.
Me.
The redneck.
In a towel at some fru-fru salon getting a hot stone massage from either some hippie chick or some fag most likely.
I just set the appointment up for next week. This oughta be good for a few giggles. I think I'll wear my overalls, a Dixie Outfitters t-shirt, of course the camo battle flag ball cap, and some muddy work boots for this auspicious occasion.
Pray for a redneck...
Me.
The redneck.
In a towel at some fru-fru salon getting a hot stone massage from either some hippie chick or some fag most likely.
I just set the appointment up for next week. This oughta be good for a few giggles. I think I'll wear my overalls, a Dixie Outfitters t-shirt, of course the camo battle flag ball cap, and some muddy work boots for this auspicious occasion.
Pray for a redneck...