NASHVILLE, Ark.— When it's around seven o'clock, on an evening colder than two motherfuckers, particularly if approximately eight hours earlier a neurologist in Little Rock diagnosed your mother's dementia as Alzheimer's, I recommend you walk six miles. Wear a coat and head band and a hat, and mittens over your gloves, and walk slowly, take nearly two hours (1:51:47.48). It'll serve as a salve, at least for a moment, I promise. Then get drunk and get on the Internet and read about the Green Bay Packers. Watch King of the Hill.
OVERHEARD
Hank Hill: "She was interesting; and by 'interesting,' I mean weird."
Peggy Hill: "Yes, Hank, she was weird. And by 'weird,' I mean interesting."
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