Hospitality, as well as the uncontrollable urge to overindulge you with our fattening, cholesterol laden, yet utterly delicious culinary delights, is sewn into the very DNA of every redneck down this way, but don't sneak around the back door of anyone's double wide in the middle of the night or you'll see the friendly demeanor get tossed by the wayside.
The Ranch being played in the game by someone other than myself, the distinguished Czar of Linguistics, or our surgically delayed friend from North Cackalacky kinda brought a tear to my eye.
Dang it, rose. Cowboy up!