you said it.
i just had one of my night terrors.
right, right. i'm all mixed up since i started working swing again.
i dreamed some bad people were trying to nail me to a tree with hammers and big stakes and shit. just like jesus. she crosses herself piously.
they were trying to get to you too, but i wouldn't let `em. i'm a hard-assed, ford-tough mama bear.
it's like, don't y'all touch my daughter. i'll piss on you like calvin.
that's what you think. one of these days you're gonna be crying out for me and i might not be there.
no. i just did my scratch tickets, snorted a few lunesta and went straight to bed. is something going on?
don't nothing happen in devil's kettle.
anita, that ferret stinks. he needs to be washed from craw to cornhole.
you look beautiful.
no, you've got that tiny waist, like a fashion model. i always thought you looked like cindy crawford. she gently takes off needy's glasses.
one of the great beauties of our time. she's even got a mole like you, except hers is on her face. she takes a section of needy's hair and wraps it around the curling iron. smoke rises.
well, if chip gives you a hickey, you can just tell everyone i burned you.
now that's a word you don't hear every day. hold still.
hooker helmet.
if you can't have big what-nots, you might as well have big hair!