Picture this scenario. It is a Saturday morning and I'm in the kitchen cooking my ass off. The reason is that I have invited three of my Southern boys over for dinner. The boys were planning on spending the day at the beach and were coming over when they were done. I plan to have a big spread ready for them when they get here.
Fried chicken,
Fried catfish,
Black eye peas,
Collard greens,
Corn bread,
Main lobster, and
A keg of beer!
The boys storm in at around 5:00 all hot and sweaty from the beach. They kick their flip flops across the room, strip out of their board shorts and head straight to the keg. They grab their beers, plop on the floor and start telling me about all the hot babes they saw.
Here I am, listening to my boys recanting their day one by one - Dakota,
Kodi, and Tate. Forgot to mention. They said Tyler might hook up with them at the beach which is why I prepared the lobster. Tate finally says, "Fuck, I'm so hungry I could eat a hog raw." so the boys headed out to the table and started chowing down. Sure enough, while the guys were eating, Tyler shows up and heads straight to the lobster. While he was gulping that down the only thing he said was, "Uncle Lou, got any butter?"
Hope y'all enjoyed my fantasy story.
