On the way to work today, we were nearly hit by a guy veering into our lane. He had on a dirty baseball cap (yes, we were close enough I could tell the cleanliness of his attire), was driving a Ford pickup, and was paying more attention to his donut than the road.
Me: Damn cow hicker.
Husby: What?
Me: Cow hicker. Heh…I was trying to say shit kicker, cowboy, and hick all at the same time.
Me: I hate cow hickers.
Husby: Why?
Me: In high-school, the cow hickers tried to lasso me with rope.
Husby: What?!
Me: Serious. And they were always standing around chewing their cud.
Husby: I think you mean chewing tobacco.
Me: Same difference.
Cow hicker. Heh.
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