A bunch of decades-outdated dribble, then “You’re welcome <french word for shower>“?

WTF? Get a job. A real job. One that requires work gloves. Or better yet, one that requires welding gloves.

Even cuter is watching a texan flounder and guffaw trying to handle themselves on the high plains, and a fucking riot watching them on the mountains. Add a trace of snow for a real Kodak moment. Then July hits, their soft skin blisters and scabs, and they want to go back home, back home to tejas with their amigos and other wild hogs.