Written by m ennenbach03/09/2019 k(i)ssed.m4a – more of the fool reading Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... 21 thoughts on “k(i)ssed.m4a – more of the fool reading” oooohhhh I love this! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I’m not talking to you now. Texas accent my ass. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply It was just a twinge. A little tiny one. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply No. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Hillbilly boy! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply You dirty rotten piling on son of a… I thought we were better than this. Lol LikeLiked by 1 person Reply So did I, but now I’m kinda worried. I’ve got a purty mouth. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply You do have a purty mouth. Oh no. It’s true LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Don’t fight it, son. Embrace your inner hillbilly. It may not be the life you had envisioned for yourself, but that’s okay. You’ll see that from now on, things will be so much easier. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Listen to River, Mike. Embrace it. Because really… there’s no point in fighting it. LikeLiked by 2 people The gumption! This sticks in my craw! LikeLike ohmygod Mike…. you’re a closet Texan! I knew it!! LikeLike He tries to be so strong. LikeLiked by 1 person I know… it’s so sweet, isn’t it? I just want to pinch his cheek! LikeLiked by 2 people Y’all are fixin to force me to put on my church boots. Thems real gator LikeLiked by 1 person Me first! LikeLiked by 2 people At least with a cousin I’m never alone. Hmmm. LikeLiked by 1 person And don’t forget all those warm Texas nights, sittin’ on the porch with yer dog Skeeter. LikeLiked by 1 person Wittlin sticks and remembering the old days on the cattle trail. A lonesome coyote in the distance. Spitting tobaccy into the spittoon. LikeLiked by 1 person A little toothless boy pluckin’ the banjo . . . LikeLiked by 1 person You should definitely do this more! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a reply to mike ennenbach Cancel reply Δ
You dirty rotten piling on son of a… I thought we were better than this. Lol LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Don’t fight it, son. Embrace your inner hillbilly. It may not be the life you had envisioned for yourself, but that’s okay. You’ll see that from now on, things will be so much easier. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Listen to River, Mike. Embrace it. Because really… there’s no point in fighting it. LikeLiked by 2 people
And don’t forget all those warm Texas nights, sittin’ on the porch with yer dog Skeeter. LikeLiked by 1 person
Wittlin sticks and remembering the old days on the cattle trail. A lonesome coyote in the distance. Spitting tobaccy into the spittoon. LikeLiked by 1 person
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oooohhhh I love this!
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I’m not talking to you now. Texas accent my ass.
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It was just a twinge. A little tiny one.
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No.
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Hillbilly boy!
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You dirty rotten piling on son of a… I thought we were better than this. Lol
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So did I, but now I’m kinda worried. I’ve got a purty mouth.
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You do have a purty mouth. Oh no. It’s true
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Don’t fight it, son. Embrace your inner hillbilly. It may not be the life you had envisioned for yourself, but that’s okay. You’ll see that from now on, things will be so much easier.
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Listen to River, Mike. Embrace it. Because really… there’s no point in fighting it.
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The gumption! This sticks in my craw!
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ohmygod Mike…. you’re a closet Texan! I knew it!!
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He tries to be so strong.
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I know… it’s so sweet, isn’t it? I just want to pinch his cheek!
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Y’all are fixin to force me to put on my church boots. Thems real gator
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Me first!
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At least with a cousin I’m never alone. Hmmm.
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And don’t forget all those warm Texas nights, sittin’ on the porch with yer dog Skeeter.
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Wittlin sticks and remembering the old days on the cattle trail. A lonesome coyote in the distance. Spitting tobaccy into the spittoon.
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A little toothless boy pluckin’ the banjo . . .
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You should definitely do this more!
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