As mrs. blues would say to me...
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"talk to the hand or the finger!"
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First off yeah, since I was a little kid I loved the cold.
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Loved Alaska too, and even when it was 20 below I'd sleep with the window cracked open.
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Then I moved to the big dry ditch and 135 degree black top parking lots.
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Since then I've turned into my mother.
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If its below 80 she's wearing a sweater or a hoodie.
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Even in summertime now I have to bring a hoodie if mrs. blues and I go out to dinner or shop.
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Hence the flannel.
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When I took the pics last night it was 72 and I was a little cold.
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And now to address the lettuce.
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What can I say?
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I admit it.
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I'm rayciss' agin' lettuce on or in any 'thang but a salad.
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With the exception of grilled romaine.
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It's in my DNA I reckon and can't be helped.
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Just like G's rayciss' bigotry of black pepper.
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I only commented on it as I coulda' swore Jay was settin' me up.
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Then again, Jay and I got a conspiracy goin' on one time to bring out THP's
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rayciss' view's of oven ribs.
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It was hilarious but you, THP, didn't take the bait as was expected.
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Both of y'all are still bastige's though.