For the record: I have never said a word to Coach about his cigars. not a word. nope. sometimes a burning stare that shoots through his corneas and travels out the back of his brain leaving a train-wreckage of destruction, but nary a word.

Also, I don't know what the big deal is about strippers...why just today I insured a nice John Deere Model for a mere 125,000.00 . Nice little things those strippers are.

And yes, be forewarned, i will be hitting Lewisville armed with Coach's emulsifier and a shopping list. Clean the freezer out.

Ma'am, if you'll be kind enough to let me know when you're going to Pete's I'd appreciate it. I'd like to be there & watch him cower like a whipped pup...

Pete, you're in my prayers this weekend. It sounds like the cancer is the least of your worries at the moment.

It also sounds like some one is insuring old, worn out equipment. Have you seen the price of new cotton harvesting equipment lately?

In a previous life, one in which I partook in the vile vice of burning one, my household was open to the practice. I always thought it strange when they came to visit that Coach would disappear…. I would eventually find him in the front yard smoking a SEE-GAR…

I always explained it was OK if he wanted to smoke in the house. The response was always to hang his head dejectedly, mumble incoherently and shed a single tear. Now things are slightly clearer… and he never did burn one in the house.

Told you I never said a word.
And my stripper just needed insurance for what was STILL owed at the bank, lol, nothing like a high dollar stripper- they are the best! ( at least thats what coach and Fajita Pete say)

Coach, I feel your pain. DTW agreed to let me dip snuff in the house - as long as none of my belongings are visible. I feel like I live in an estrogen pit...

Whipped. All of you. Man cards should start being revoked. Granger should change the name of this place to six-emo football dot com.

I take it your wife doesn't read your posts. If she did I'm sure your choice of words would have been different.

Finally,
a funny post.

That makes me feel good about my self. My old lady lets me smoke them in the garage.

Coach only smokes em cause I buy them for him as a reward for managing to win the odd sixman football game. Last couple of years he hit on a winning combination that dang near has me broke.

Lord help me when he wins a district championship and I fork over for a full box at one time.

On another note, Momma Jackson is confused, I said I ordered up a cotten picking stripper, not a cottenpicking stripper. Just doing my part to keep the economy stimulated.

Among other things :)

Pete, when should we be there? None of us want to miss the strippers & liquid courage.

I thought you knew - it was yesterday, carried on till this morning but all over but the clean up. Maybe next time.

I was wondering why my brother brought his family down yesterday & started looking for a house here...