Texas is a woman, she used to say. A big, wild, beautiful woman.
You raise a kid to where he's got some size, and there's Texas whispering in his ear and smiling, saying, "Come and have some fun."
It's hard enough to raise children, she'd say.
But when you've got to fight Texas, a mother hasn't a chance.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
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Is this supposed to explain the time that you ran away from home with those two rodeo clowns?
Oh no... the story behind that is far darker and harder to explain.
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