Every once in a while, I've got to let my inner redneck loose, so a week ago, Scotcharina and I indulged in "White Trash Date Night".
For the record, I classify -at best- as sophisticated white trash, despite education and occupation. Give me boots,
jeans and t-shirt dress code any day and I'm fine.
Dinner and Drinks
Think a Sonic Cash-only waylaid
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