Wednesday, August 19, 2009

And he was drunk the day his mom got out of prison.

I love it when my sister Peetie calls. I just got off the phone giving her directions to Hermann hospital. She is on her way to see a friend. His story is long, but it involves a sawed-off 12-gauge with no safety, a pack of Australian Shepherds, a four-wheeler and a bottle of Crown Royal. It seems he was injured while protecting his demesne in Deweyville.

Her friend (a welder) is down half a pinky, but otherwise okay.

2 comments:

  1. I bet he went to pick her up in the rain.

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  2. I love this, because if I weren't a Texan myself, I would assume all of you would be like this.

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