I've always had a thing for cowboys. I don't know where or why it started, but they get me every time. Be it an outlaw riding horses and causing ruckus. A raspy voice singing on stage about his momma on a train in the rain. Number eight throwing touchdowns. Or even just a cute boy in a big truck saying 'yes ma'am." Sign me up and call me smitten.
Needless to say, this gem made my bar-b-que lunch that much more enjoyable.

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