Ugh my guts are churning like the right hand of God is reaching down from the heavens saying "not gonna be gentle tonight, son" as it motions like a trucker with a dead-horn waggling two-fingers out the side of a window on a dead-heat July day somewhere in Oklahoma.
That's why we don't go to Oklahoma. If you didn't know.
Oklahoma is a fucking paradise! Church on every corner and a dispo across the street. Lol 2 or 3 good months of weather a year if the wind isn’t blowing 50 mph.
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