That was back when you had money for big tips at the hash slinging fine Baptist woman Big Beckys counter. Then after her morning shift the GWH would lug her and yous down to the crick where she'd belly flop in for her daily bath, and you'd walk around picking up the fishes she splashed out.
A reason to celebrate, indeed.
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