This picture makes me guffaw when I think about this being me and BAB back in the olden days. And how we'd still be having the same conversations we do today.
"And what was up that lady's butt at church today? We get it, you're prettier than us. Leave us alone. You're singing out of key and God doesn't like that."
"We're not tramps, but excuse us if we like to show our ankles sometimes; those puppies need to breathe. It's not a crime."
"Want to go eat some churned butter?"
"Yeah. Yeah I do."
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