Woke up this morning and someone was knockin' on my door. Billy Bob and Joe Bob. Worn out overalls and not a full set of teeth between them. I told them that Tom Crook moved to Arkansas and I had not seen him for a couple of years. I gave them each a Bud Lite and a bag of peanuts and they hit the trail in an old '89 Toyota pickup with a Capitol Toyota sticker on the tailgate. Be careful, John, they may come through Greenville if the Toyota holds out. Mean lookin' ol' boys but not much brains. Or teeth! Distant cousins of Jeff's, I expect.
