lol …. Good times

…. I just got off the phone with my dear ol momma

…. She ended the conversation like always

…. “ we’re praying for ya “ lol

West Monroe is redneck country. Gotta go another 100 miles south before you start smelling real boudin, and even farther south for the best in coona$$ country

…. Hey Whitecliffs … my kin on daddy’s side are buried in fouke … how close are to there ?

… I’m doing it lol

…. wait till the morning though as her and Jesse Henry are getting rest ahead of the game

… gonna a tell her I fell asleep and hit a big bull pine off 190 on the way to Louisiana to get some cracklins lol

Good luck cuz.

Keith

…. I’ll post the results tomorrow…. She’ll likely call instead of text though

…. Maybe I’ll text her that my jaws wired shut and can’t talk or something….. I’ll get us a good response one way or another lol

Coldspringkidd, I thought real Texans boiled their own hogs to get cracklings?

…. We did back in the day

…. Now we just drink lonestars and talk about it

… but you can’t beat a Louisiana hand when it comes to cracklins

…. Matter of fact …. What in the jumped up (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) have you overgrown…knocked kneed Minnesota hands contributed ?

….. boiled fish and an unhealthy tolerance for Somalis

…. Get out of here and make some lutefisk boy

… yep …. That just happened