You ought to see the look on Québécois snowbirds faces when you’re standing next to them in the line at the Love’s truck stop in Three Rivers Tex wearing wore out Wranglers and an old dirty black resistol and start talking French to em!
There eyes get big.
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
