Theetie, theetie pie, that’ what we are.
I must digress, but the rumors that my mother fed me on rattlesnake milk and hob-nails is just silly....
Who would need hob-nails in Texas, when you can just pluck up a thorn, and hammer it into a boot for free. Iron nails cost money back then.
It's all good here. I got a little time, a little money and feel the need to be silly.
Back to work tomorrow.
/johnny
/johnny