I Am American
Being from the south, I have to admit to having the pleasure of saddling up on a bucking bronco or two. Heaven only knows who tamed who? One thing is for certain, no cowboy has ever called me a redneck woman. They have referred to me as a refined Southern Belle who can ride his rawhide into a fiery sunset.
Southern style is about grace not about a redneck race. Please don't expect to wear your boots on my Egyptian cotton waving your cowboy hat in the air while stuffing your little pony in my yahoo shouting, "Yeehaw, Redneck ****!" and toss your ropes of mindless calamity over my bedpost.
Evidently, you need to invest in a pair of glasses. This Southern Belle is Native American mixed with Irish blood. Although, your eyes may deceive you into thinking we are all Red Skins. I assure you that Southern Belles and Redneck ***** taste quite different. One is a fresh Crème brûlée while the other is sloppy leftovers.
Take your broken spurs, fake leather boots, and crushed cowboy hat you shopped for online while sitting in your plush executive's office back to Wall Street. Cowboy up on someone else's dime. Stop wasting my sweet southern time.
Southern style is about grace not about a redneck race. Please don't expect to wear your boots on my Egyptian cotton waving your cowboy hat in the air while stuffing your little pony in my yahoo shouting, "Yeehaw, Redneck ****!" and toss your ropes of mindless calamity over my bedpost.
Evidently, you need to invest in a pair of glasses. This Southern Belle is Native American mixed with Irish blood. Although, your eyes may deceive you into thinking we are all Red Skins. I assure you that Southern Belles and Redneck ***** taste quite different. One is a fresh Crème brûlée while the other is sloppy leftovers.
Take your broken spurs, fake leather boots, and crushed cowboy hat you shopped for online while sitting in your plush executive's office back to Wall Street. Cowboy up on someone else's dime. Stop wasting my sweet southern time.
By:
ForeverNikki
Age:
41-45
,
Female
