Took a shortcut home that involved dirt/gravel roads in the heart of the banjo-lovin’ backwoods.

The 2 miles was the longest ten minutes of my life as I was directed to make multiple sharp narrow turns without a creature in sight.

But I swear I heard jaw harps in the background that made my button consistently pucker the hell up.


Will not be taking that scenic route again. I’ve seen how that movie ends and nah, bro. My boobs are too big and I’m too flighty to be a survivor in that Kevin Williams story.