Ma life don gon and turn'd from wors'r ta bett'r. Welp, now its'a been wors'r but its gettin a whole lots bett'r. It kinda mak's me feel right real good er now an'en.

I gots paid from Mr. Ellis fer ma match at War Games, an boy it was'a great pay day. Ta bad I's on tha losin end of tha Match Beyon. I's wish'n we'd won but it wasn't in tha cards fer us. We got'at ole Su'cide King inste'd of a Ace.

Now I'm jus anoth'r statist'c.

It sure were good ta see ma ole cous'n Tom. Ta bad I wasn't able ta win War Games in front of'em. But least he gots ta see me rassle fer tha first time.

Oh boy, I jus hered'at I'll be facin tha winner of Mike Slogan an Alec O. Denture. That could be causin me a lil trouble on advancin ta tha finals of tha Gran Champions Playoffs. I'mma lucky'at I gots me a first round bye. I'mma happy bout'at tho.

I could win'is whole thang, I rekon. Well I dunno bout'em lat'r rounds. Welp maybe I can an maybe I can't, but I rekon I can.

I know er'body'll on top of the'r game an be reat ta rassle up a storm. If'n they ain't, I'm gon ta win'is ole thang.

~

"Sweet home Al'eebama. Where'n tha skies is sa blue. Sweet home Al'eebama. Lord, Imma comin home ta ya." Sam sang as he worked on sharpening the sheers.

"Boy, hush up. At ain't na good comin outcha mouth. If'n ya ain't got one'em tape thangs then don be a singin at stuff. Ya voice makes me wanna get'at outhouse pap'r an stuff it in ma ears. At stuffs ta exspens've fer at." Big Sam boasted.

Sam was kind of sad that his father didnt like his singing, but what really hurt was the outhouse paper in the ears line. To Sam that meant he was so bad at singing that he may as well star in a silent movie.

"Aight paw, sorry I bother'r ya." Sam said as a sad feeling sank into the pit of his stomach.

"If'n ya maw wasa singin, then it'd be ok, but boy, I mean Jesus himself woulda ripped tha nails from his had on tha cross jus ta cover his ears. That'er was terr'ble." Big Sam continued to say.

Sam hung his head in shame as he grabbed the hoe and began to sharpen it. If he wasn't already low on confidence, he sure was now.

"I'm sorry, I ain't got na good pipes like maw does. I'm jus me an I sing causin I'm happy." Sam said under his breathe almost unheard, but low enough for no one to understand.

~

Here goes, Sam's first real date with the country strong big boobed Kim that he's been crushing on for weeks now.

Sam stood at the door dressed dapper as could be. He wore a fairly new sleeveless red and black plaid button up shirt, blue jeans with just one work hole in the thigh of them, his trusty dusty faded green John Deere hat and he'd wiped off his shoes. Now that something.

*knock* *knock*

Kim answered the in a low cute white tank top (her boobs were overflowed in it), a pair of cut off blue jean shorts (not daisy dukes, just cut off), and a pair of sandals.

"Howdy Sam, ya look nice." Kim said, you could sense the excitement in her voice.

Sam grinned and blushed.

"Ya look real perty too Kim." He barely muttered out. "I likes ya hair."

Her blonde hair was just fixed with a curling iron after she's washed it, the same way she's always wore it.

"Thanks Sam." She said as she stepped out of the house and shut the door.

Sam reached for her arm like a gentleman and led her over too his truck.

"So ya really like ma hair?" She asked as he opened the door for her.

"Yessum, I sure do." He replied.

As he got in the driver’s side if the truck and put the key in the ignition she leaned over towards him.

"I'm glad ya like it Sam, maybe I'll let ya mess it up later on ta night." She whispered in his ear.

Sam was shocked, embarrassed, surprise, scared and a little happy all in one.

Sam always wanted to wait till marriage to lose his virginity, but hey, he's no spring chicken anymore.

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