Giddy Down

(Ke)  Bronx has been sleeping for 4 hours and farting for 2.

(Kr)  I miss his farts.  We are going to City Walk.

(Ke)  I wanna go.

(Kr)  It's gonna be totes fun.

(Ke)  Whatcha gonna do?

(Kr)  Saddle Ranch. Shit just got real.

(Ke)  A little Saturday night bull riding?

(Kr)  Nick the bartender just bought us shots. He obviously doesn't get how non-shotty we are.

(Ke)  Nick is a peach...schnapps.

(Kr)  He sure was.  Ya know when ya buy a new pair of jeans and you wash them to fit just right and then you wear to them to do a li'l rib eatin' and you danggum get sauce on 'em?  Living that.

(Ke)  Are your jeans going to make it?

(Kr)  It was a little touch and go but they're in recovery now.

(Ke)  Please give them a little hug for me.  I'm sure they'll pull through.

(Kr)  I know they will.  They're so young.

(Ke)  More importantly, how were the ribs?  And did you go 8 seconds?

(Kr)  The ribs were tasty and I went 0 seconds.

(Ke)  Wow.  That's not very good.  Maybe next time.  There's a Saddle Ranch here.  We'll have a bull riding contest when you visit.

(Kr)  Can I (not) think about it?

(Ke)  I know your answer.  I'll get my hat and boots ready.

(Kr)  And your chaps.  The assess ones.  Assless.

(Ke)  I'll need the asses one.

(Kr)  I'm going double asses.