I am a fan of those southern baptists. As a catholic boy they always went out of their way to make me feel welcome at their get togethers. They always let me have the best parts of the pig when they roasted it. I didn't know they considered those parts to be such a delicacy but I ate them politely so I didn't seem ungrateful. Their smiles as I ate were reward enough to get passed the sick feeling in my gut.
The best part was that they always let me win the potato sack races and they always put the best rattlesnake in my sack. A potato sack race just isn't as much fun if your snake doesn't rattle and theirs never rattled. I miss El Paso.
The best part was that they always let me win the potato sack races and they always put the best rattlesnake in my sack. A potato sack race just isn't as much fun if your snake doesn't rattle and theirs never rattled. I miss El Paso.