I am coming out of my writing retirement to write this one little thing and this is really, really it.
I can't really call Bubba and Earl to defend me 'cause I dated Bubba and divorced Earl. Maybe if you could find a Bobby Joe.
No wait a minute. Dated him, too. Only reason I didn't marry him was 'cause he didn't ask.
Ya'll are very kind, but this kind of rejection calls for an entire tub of Betty Crocker frosting, one spoon and my fat pants.