A/N Alright, alright I know I missed last Wednesday, but dang I...well never mind, you don't want excuses. Thanks all y'all for your faves, follows, reviews and PMs. Why next time I see you down at the Mad Dawg I might buy you a frosty one, of course I might not. We'll see. I did give you an extra long chapter. :)

Okay now, I know y'all know what night it is. Oh don't be ridiculous, it's not like it don't happen on practically a weekly basis. Ya musta drank too much over the holidays an yer mind's goin'. Okay, I'll give ya a hint, The Dixon Brothers.

That's right, it's Wednesday kids! Time ta get ourselves down ta that little joint, ya know the one, it's over there in the industrial park, next ta the plumbing supply house. The joint stinks like they been recycling diapers in the backroom for like 30 years, and damn it's a filthy mess. Why I can't believe the health department ain't shut it down. Shit maybe they don't even know it's there. Well it don't matter anyway, we ain't goin' for the aesthetic appeal, we're goin' cuz the beers are as frosty as an Eskimo's kiss, an they're cheap, like Christmas wrappin' paper in January, and barkeep why he just keeps them frosty ones a comin', 'til ya tell him ta hold up cuz ya gotta go return that crappy tool set yer wife got ya for Christmas, the one she charged up on your Sears card. That, or ya run outta money cuz ya just paid off yer Christmas bills. If that happens, get yer ass out the door, there's other losers wantin' yer stool. Sheesh!

Yeah, that one.

Get it in gear kids times a wastin'!

Merle walked in an there was Baby Brother takin' a refreshin' drink from his brown bottle. Right away Merle was disappointed, why Daryl didn't look even a little bit unhappy. Shit, it was Baby Brother's turn ta be miserable. He hated it when the kid didn't follow the bein' miserable rules.

"What're ya lookin' so fuckin' mellow about brother? Little Ballbuster outta town?" Merle was feelin' a might cantankerous. Nuthin' new about that.

"Been a good week is all. Sweet Baby's all happy with her presents, D.J.'s happy with his presents, I'm happy with the lovin' I'm receivin'. I only got one thing makin' me a little melancholy this evenin'."

Now kids, don't ya even dare ta think a tellin' me ya don't know what happened then. That's right, every earball in the joint was pointed right at Young Dixon. And yes, I said earball.

"What's that Little Brother?" Why Merle he seemed to cheer right up.

"I hate ta have ta get after the guys, give 'em shit n whatnot. I don't mind being Little Boss when it comes ta schedulin' the work an gettin' the work done n out, but damn, ya hate ta have ta get after a guy ya know is up ta the job, but he ain't doin' the job." An Little Brother was shakin' his head while everyone, includin' him, took a pull on their brown bottle, while lookin' sufficiently melancholy.

Big Brother asked the question that was on every lowlife mind in the joint, "Who'd ya have ta chew out?"

"Had ta give Tyrese a earful 'bout his lack of attention ta the job at hand, cuz he's too busy thinkin' about the job at home."

Okay now, ya got ta know Merle was smilin' that big ol' smile a his, thinkin' perhaps Tyrese was havin' trouble with Prudence, but boys n girls, lemme just say, the problem was more problematic than that.

An everyone, includin' yours truly, took a big swallow, anticipatin' hearin' some damn good scuttlebutt.

"The man's so fuckin' in love all he can do is think about that little Prudence when he's s'posed ta be workin'. I mean I get it, ain't no man more enamored of a woman than I am of my Sweet Baby. But fuck, a man has got ta concentrate on his work so's he can make money n take care a his woman like she deserves. Tyrese, he's so preoccupied thinkin' 'bout showin' Prudence the love, he ain't showin' them jet engines not one bit a love. I can't be puttin' up with that shit."

Well there was only one thing all a us lowlifes could do at that point, we had ta take a big ol' swallow ta show we all felt Young Dixon's pain.

But all y'all know Merle could not let this dog lie, he had ta utter the thought, the question, that everyone had been puzzlin' over since Tyrese an Prudence had hooked up. "Well if we're gonna talk about Tyrese showin' Prudence the love, I wanna know just how the fuck he accomplishes showin' her the love. Shit, the man is 6 feet tall an 200 pounds, Prudence ain't 5 foot, an weighin' in at about 95 pounds. I want someone ta tell me, no wait, I want someone ta show me just how that kinda lovin' works!" Please tell me I don't gotta tell ya, yes kids, them Dixon Boys got ta cacklin' over that, cuz shit, ya gotta admit, it's damn funny ta ponder.

Why ya won't even believe who walked in next, yep, none other than the big man hisself, n he walked right on over ta Daryl.

Older Dixon, he was ready ta jump in with both fists, an maybe a foot n a knee, cuz he just assumed Tyrese had a bone ta pick with Little Brother. An just because Merle Dixon liked ta see Daryl suffer a little, he wasn't inclined to allow no other man ta cause that sufferin'. That was his job.

Tyrese he surprised everyone, why he did sumthin' no one had ever done at the Mad Dawg, he bought the house a round. With that one gesture of barroom generosity Tyrese became far and away the most revered personage ta ever set foot in the joint. Why I wouldn't be surprised if they was ta hang a picture a Tyrese right up there on the wall, next ta John Wayne's picture. Shit, John Wayne ain't ever walked in the Mad Dawg an bought anyone a frosty one, now has he?

But I digress.

"I come ta thank ya Little Boss, you were right ta call me out today. I been distracted, ain't been payin' proper attention ta the job. I'ma be my old self from now on, get my work done timely an proper. I can't be losin' my job, I got a house ta take care of an I got my Prudence, I gotta give her a good life. She's my Angel."

Awwww, I tell ya boys an girls, the romance a that right there nearly brought the lowlifes in that stinky ol place ta tears. Why everyone had ta hurry n drown their emotions with a gulp from their frosty one.

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Daryl walked in that door an there was little ol D.J. playin' with them new trucks, them old trucks, n still fascinated by that train. That Go Diego show was on the TV, Daryl was sure Little Man was gonna be speakin' Spanish before he was speakin' English. "Hey there D.J. Daddy's home, ain't that excitin'?" An little ol D.J. he clapped them tiny hands n he giggled n said, "Daddy." And didn't Daddy just smile all kinds of a proud smile an say, "Ya got me son, anythin' ya want, ya just ask Daddy."

He walked in the kitchen n there was his Sweet Baby standin' there at the stove, stirrin' up sumthin' delicious. She had on a pair a pants that was fittin' her like a second skin, an he walked right up behind her, slid that open palm up the inside a her thigh, right over there ta that sweet center, that little warm spot he was so damn partial to. He was givin' it a friendly little rub an he leaned over licked an sucked at her neck, breathed a little warm breath in her ear and whispered, "Hey Sweet Baby, yer man's home an I missed yer sweet self today."

She made that low little moanin' sound he was so fond of, turned around into his arms n said, "I missed you too Big Man, and I was already planning to show you just how much, just as soon as your boy is asleep."

And I don't gotta tell ya they was kissin' on each other like it hadn't just been this mornin', before Daryl went ta work, that they was provin' their love ta one another. An right now well his hand was a wanderin' inta her business, an her hand may just a been messin' around in his business, when Little Ol D.J. toddled right on in that kitchen an declared, "Hungee Mama."

Daddy he bent right over, tickled the little man on the back an said, "Yer lucky ya make me so proud when ya call me Daddy, otherwise I might make ya go ta bed without a story tonight." Now all three a them giggled an clapped over that. Shit, everyone knows how much Daddy loves story time.

Now Daddy an D.J. they was enjoyin' a delicious dinner a chicken gumbo, gettin' their Cajun on, and Sweet Baby, well she ate maybe a bite outta hers, but she had her a big bowl a leafs.

Daryl he told her about havin' ta have a talk with Tyrese, an Tyrese comin' there ta the Mad Dawg n all that stuff. And Sweet Baby she tells him, "Well as wrapped up in her as he is, she's just as crazy in love with him. She calls me every day and just goes on about how wonderful he is. It's real sweet. I don't know Big Man, I'm thinkin' this is the real deal, like when we first got together." Then she smiled that big old smile and said, "Heck, we're still acting like that."

Well hell, if that ain't that the truth.

He loved that woman sittin' there. Why if Little Ol D.J. wasn't sittin' right there enjoyin' his gumbo, Daddy would have her layin' on that kitchen table, ya know, just ta prove his love n all. A man has got ta continually be showin' his woman just how much he loves her. Young Dixon, why he takes his husbandly duty all manner a serious.

She was in there just cleanin' up after all of 'em and chattin' with Cindy on the phone, and he an his man D.J. was havin' quite the discussion about that train. Daryl was enjoyin' the shit outta that right there, even though he never understood nuthin' D.J. said, 'cept 'Daddy' and 'Train'. Ni hao kai lan was playin' on the TV an Daryl was thinkin', it wouldn't be long before he n D.J. was fluent in Spanish and Chinese. Thank ya kindly Nick, Jr.

She come in that livin' room an said, "Bath time D.J." And right then Daryl was concerned for his boy, cuz he was happy an excited ta take a bath. He must get that from her side a the family. Then didn't she just smile an say ta Daryl, "Daddy, why don't you take your shower so Mama feels like snuggling up to you right after story time?"

Dammit, she'd tricked him. Yeah, yeah, he was gonna wash up real good, even though he was pretty damn sure he was clean enough, an he didn't stink bad either.

But there was no use fightin' it, so he done what she said, in a hot hurry, he didn't wanna be late for story time.

Little Man he picked out The Berenstain Bears Go on Vacation. Why that was a favorite a all a theirs. An it was real fittin' an all cuz it wouldn't be long now 'fore the big beach vacation down in Florida. D.J. knew how ta pick 'em.

The story now it was so good, why D.J. he lasted through nearly half of it before he passed right out. Mama an Daddy they crept outta that room an hurried into their own. They was feelin' mighty frisky tonight.

He was a kissin' on Sweet Baby with his hand strategically placed up her shirt. She was a kissin' him right back while she was expertly unbucklin' his belt. Pretty quick they just said the hell with it an they both ripped their own clothes off quick as could be, an jumped on that bed.

An they was a nibblin' an a suckin' an a kissin' an a touchin' an a feelin', an havin' all manner of fun an excitement, when Sweet Baby caught him by surprise. That's right, she started kissin' on that six pack a his, an she was headed south. Now Daryl he was wonderin' what it was Sweet Baby wanted, he thought she was happy as could be. Not that he was complainin' or anythin'.

So now she's got her sweet little mouth close to the target, which she has a nice grip on, when she looks up to him and she gives him that sweet little innocent smile, an she asks him, "Do you know what would be a really good idea Big Man."

Now it's all our man can do not ta laugh, but shit kids, that would ruin the moment an whatnot. So he just smiles right back whilst he's runnin' a hand along her pretty little face, an he asks, "What's that Sweet Baby, what would be a really good idea?"

An she looks at him all serious like n says, "If after we get back from our vacation we try for another baby."

Now that caught the man by surprise, but he was thinkin' fast, he put his hands under her little arms an he pulled her up to him, so they was face ta face. He looked at her all serious like right back, an he said, "Ya wanna have a baby Sweet Baby, that right there ain't how ya make one. Let me and the Bad Boy show ya what ya gotta do."

An he rolled her right over an he showed her real good just what a man an his woman gotta do ta get a baby, an she appreciated every bit a that lesson.

By the time they was both equally educated an sated, they was layin' there on the floor way over near the bathroom, an he wrapped her up in his arms, an she laid her little head on his chest an he was smilin' ta hisself when he said, "I told ya all along, if ya want another baby, then that's what I want too. Ya know I live ta make ya happy Sweet Baby."

But none a that is even what I come here ta tell ya about! Shit, ya know how I get all distracted an whatnot. I blame Daryl's arms, but whatever.

Anyway so Saturday, guess where we're all goin'? That's right, Heath an Giselle's weddin'. Well boy howdy we're gonna have us a big time, large fun.

Ya know it's gonna be at that real fancy, real, real pricey hotel down in Atlanta, an it's black tie, that's right kids. All our boys n girls is gonna be wearin' tuxedos and snazzy gowns.

Now Daryl n Merle, ya know they was pretty sure Mrs. Big Boss had planned this all just so the boys wouldn't come. But she obviously didn't think about the fact that, shit, the women never ever get a chance ta get their men all swanked up in tuxedos n whatnot, an they all get ta get new gowns n shoes, n purses, an fancy hairdos, the whole nine yards.

Shit, them boys is goin' if their women got ta drag 'em there kickin' an screamin' every inch a the way.

Now Daryl he had ta be in attendance anyway. For reasons he couldn't comprehend, Heath had asked him ta be his best man. Sweet Baby she told him it was an honor an a privilege an he had to do it. Fuck. Why couldn't he just wear his dang black jeans an almost new black shirt?

Hell if it was my weddin' he was comin' to, I wouldn't give a flyin' fuck what he wore! But again, I have deviated from the story.

So now, Daryl bein' the high class fella he is an all, he'd rented a room right at that fancy, pricey hotel, which meant a course cheap ass Merle had to, or his Cindy would skin him alive.

Well the other boys, ya know, they'd tried ta get away with Motel 6 an such as that. But oh that was not happenin', not when their women caught wind a the fact that Little Boss n Sweet Baby was stayin' at the fancy joint. Shit, Little Boss was costin' everyone a shitload a money. But Little Boss cheered 'em all right up when he pointed out ta them just how happy and full a gratitude their women was gonna be. Surely they'd be anxious to express that gratitude.

Well that does put a pleasant spin on things, now don't it?

Course Mama and Daddy Greene come for D.J. early Saturday mornin', they was anxious ta get their spoilin' started. D.J. he was willin' ta go right along with that, sheesh, he knows where his next bowl a vanilla ice cream is comin' from.

Ruby's Mama had agreed ta spendin' the night at Merle n Cindy's place an spoilin' little ol Earl.

So our four Dixons were off ta Atlanta first thing, lookin' for big fun in the big city.

The hotel musta designated the fourth floor as Redneck Central cuz by golly, that's where we all were. Well Doc only qualified cuz she was all committed up to Axel, otherwise they probably wouldn't a stuck her with the rednecks. But she seemed ta enjoy the company.

The ladies was all squeezin' inta them dresses, and the fellas was all grumblin' bout puttin' on them monkey suits. Daryl he'd gone along with it all on one condition, no fuckin' bowtie. Sometimes a man has got ta take a stand. Sweet Baby smiled and told him he looked so hot she was afraid he'd catch fire. That made him feel a little better.

Merle didn't give even one rat's ass what he had to wear, it was a open bar an he was thirsty. Cindy was in full agreement. Oh an lordy kids, ya shoulda seen that dress she had on.

I ain't gotta tell ya it was two sizes too small – tighter than a gnat's ass stretched across a rain barrel. And a course, ya would expect nuthin' less than a lot a big ol' jewel lookin' things there at the top, encasing just a small portion a them gigantic titties, which were naturally tryin' ta free themselves outta what ya might call the deep V neckline. My favorite part a the whole ensemble was the slit all the way up the front a one leg. Practically right up in her business it was. Well then a course, there was the shoes. Why I's surprised Cindy didn't get a nosebleed from bein' perched up so high.

Merle thought she looked like a million fuckin' bucks, the man loves him some Cindy.

Oh man kids, I can't lie ta ya, this damn weddin' was fancy schmancy. Holy Mole that area where the ceremony was? Ya ain't never seen so many flowers an bows n golden thingy's, and candles, 980,000 candles if there was one. I ain't kiddin'!

That fancy area that was s'pose ta be the altar? It had what looked ta be gold lame all on the floor there, and there was some manner a big arch thing. Well you get the picture, it was over the top.

The guys was all pleased ta meet Heath's Mama n Daddy. They was real salt a the earth type folks. They also looked uncomfortable as all get out in this crazy ass display a ostentatiousness. But Mrs. Big Boss likely didn't give a fuck what they thought, she was busy puttin' on the dog.

Now Mrs. Big Boss, I know I told ya this before kids, her taste in clothes runs all parallel with Cindy's, 'cept her clothes cost a lot more cash. An whereas Cindy's titties are gigantic, them girls are the real deal. Mrs. Big Boss's oversized titties come right from the doctor's office.

But I'm gettin' off topic.

So anyway, Mrs. Big Boss's dress was shiny an shimmerin' from head ta toe, or tittie ta ankle, whatever. It was anyone's guess whether it was cut lower in the front or the back. I swear boys n girls, that plungin' neckline plunged clear on down ta her navel region, while the back plunged ta the crack. And that rhymes cuz I am somewhat of a poet kids.

The thing was though, Big Boss he was havin' some trouble keepin' his big ol cheatin' eyeballs offa Cindy. That's right, Cindy! And if ya think for one minute Merle Dixon didn't notice that, then shit, I'm worried ya don't really know Merle. And let's consider the nature a my friend Merle for a minute, yep he can get a might volatile, especially about his Cindy. Merle ain't sharin', not now, not ever, an God help the man, or woman, that tries ta beat his time.

Oh, an I almost forgot ta tell ya, Abe he was representin' for Scotland, yep full dress kilt, and Rosita, why she was lookin' all hot, Latin an spicy. They was already havin' trouble keepin' their hands offa one another's cultures.

So meantime, let's have a ceremony an get these kids all married up.

Giselle, bless her sweet little heart, she'd let her Mama have her way about a lotta this b.s., but she drew the line at certain things. There were not 12 bridesmaids and 12 groomsmen. Nope, much ta Mrs. Big Boss's unhappiness there was just the maid of honor and the best man.

The maid of honor was a sweet lookin' young girl, Giselle's age. Apparently they'd gone through school together. She was wearin' a simple gold color long gown, with a modest neckline. That modest neckline really made her stand out in this crowd. Other than that, the girl was sweet, but plain lookin'. That did not stop Sweet Baby from havin' a major twinge a jealousy at the sight of her fly husband, lookin' hotter than the hubs a hell, walkin' down that aisle with another woman.

Sweet little Prudence had an arm around Sweet Baby's waist, Cindy had one around her shoulder. I wasn't sure if they was tryin' ta calm her, or keep her from attackin'. I guess we'll never know.

It did ease her pain when her Big Man glanced over an give her a tiny smile an a wink.

Heath was up there on that gold lame what-ever-the-fuck thingy, just waitin' for his pretty bride, an here she come up the aisle hangin' on Daddy's arm, but not takin' her eyes offa that husband-to-be up there, just a waitin' on her. He hisself was smilin' big, takin' in the sight of his woman.

Now Mrs. Big Boss had also lost the battle of the bride's dress. What convinced her ta back down was when Giselle said, "Fine, Heath and I will just go down to the courthouse and get married there." Well that made her Mama see things Giselle's way.

So let me just say, unlike anythin' I'm sure her Mama ever wore, the dress was simple an modest. It was tulle, I like that stuff, had them little cap sleeves an what they call a sweetheart neckline, with some lace all around that particular area. Not a tittie in sight. The skirt of it had a real nice drape, not a bit a puffy to it. And just a hint of Baby Heath was showin' in the tummy region. She looked real pretty.

Thank God the ceremony part was brief, the crew was dry as a bone an needin' refreshments in a major way.

Everyone was enjoyin' their adult beverages, 'cept Giselle, she was enjoying a glass a orange juice an showin' the ladies her beautiful weddin' ring. Daryl an Merle give each other a meaningful look when they seen it was the pretty little band with the small heart shaped diamond. Good girl.

I ain't gotta tell ya, I know I don't cuz you've partied with this crowd before. There was some very serious attention bein' paid ta gettin' their drink on. And a course, the more our boys n girls drink the more they like ta drink. An then there's everyone's very romantic nature. They like ta be touchin', coppin' a friendly little feel here an there. Or a major feel when they think no one is lookin' – remember kids, I warned ya before, someone is ALWAYS lookin' – an this evenin' was no different. It didn't matter how fancy the fancy schmancy hotel was. Anyway, all the Big Boss friends was on the other side a ballroom. Buncha stiffs missin' out on the real party.

There was a fancy dinner spread n all, but who the hell has time for food when yer drinkin' n fondling?

Now Rosita she seemed to be checking ta see exactly what it is that men wear under a kilt. Abe didn't seem ta have one bit of a problem with that. Axel n Doc had disappeared somewhere for a while n when they showed back up, Doc's hair was lookin' a little mussed and her dress was a might wrinkled, and hell one side a Axel's mustache had drooped and his bow tie was disappeared, but they still made a nice lookin' pair. Oscar n Ruby was doin' sumthin' they seemed ta think was dancin', but the moves would put ya in mind a sumthin' else entirely. You get the picture.

Now big ol' Tyrese had tiny little Prudence backed up to a wall and her hand was somewhere in his southern hemisphere, whilst he was kissin' on her like he was a drowning man an she was oxygen. The fellas couldn't help a look, they was all shakin' their heads, still puzzlin' bout how that lovin' thing worked out for those two.

Now Young Dixon, he had consumed enough beverages that he got in the mood ta do a little dancin' with Sweet Baby. That just puts a smile ta my face, cuz I ain't gotta tell ya kids, you've seen 'em. Why that ain't dancin' at all, but it does look like a good time. He's hangin' onto her tight little ass, n she's a hangin' onto his muscled ass, and it would be impossible for them ta get any closer, or rub up ta one another any more. Why if they didn't have their clothes on, she coulda got pregnant right there on that dance floor.

Now remember the bride n groom? Ya know, the reason we're all here an all. Shit, they disappeared halfway through dinner. They ain't got time for all this crap here, they got a honeymoon ta practice for!

But yet again, I have strayed from the story.

Now Merle has become more n more, shall we say agitated? Big Boss cannot seem to remove his eyes from the sight of Cindy's gimongous titties, an that leg openin' leadin' up ta her nether regions. It does appear the man is twitterpatted.

Mrs. Big Boss she is oblivious, cuz she has found herself a target on the other side a the room.

I don't know what the fuck Big Boss was thinkin', but he come a walkin' toward Cindy's locale with his arm out an a open palm, ready ta take a little feel a sumthin'.

Well a course that didn't happen. Instead what he got was a snarlin' Merle Dixon grabbin' him right up offa the floor by the lapels a that tuxedo jacket, slammin' him up against the wall. Now ya know, the boys had formed a circle around that action there, Big Boss may be the boss, but Merle was their people an also Little Boss's Big Brother. An Baby Brother, why his fists were pumpin', I mean because when the shit gets down kids, ya ALWAYS take up for yer brother. Even if he is about ta kill yer boss.

Have ya ever seen Merle Dixon's jealous, scowlin' face? Holy crap, if that don't scare the beans right outta ya, nuthin' ever will. Anyway, he's got Big Boss pinned up against that wall n he growls right at him, ya know, kinda gettin' some spit in his face n all, "I understand man, I really fuckin' do. I got the hottest fuckin' wife on this planet or any other, but key word right there muther fucker is I got her. Ya ever even think about checkin' her out again I will pummel yer ass so deep inta the ground they'll never find ya. Only thing savin' ya right now is my generous an understandin' nature, cuz I get how a man could be so taken by my Cindy he might wanna get ta know her better, but only God can help the dumb sumbitch that tries."

Then Merle stuck a knee up right between Big Boss's legs, an he mighta accidentally kinda an all, dropped Big Boss down hard on that knee. Big Boss's junk was no doubt pushed up somewhere in the vicinity of his belly button.

Big Boss he slinked on over ta the other side a ballroom, holdin' hands over that particular area a his anatomy that was hurtin' like a sumbitch.

Our crew returned ta their drinkin', touchin', feelin' and xxx-rated dancin'. They was all pretty relieved they didn't just lose their job on account a Big Boss bein' a Horny Dumbass that Merle had ta kill.

Merle and Cindy had sat their selves down at one a them dinner tables. Cindy she was so impressed by her big handsome husband an his love for her, she may a been givin' his lower region some serious luvin', with a expert hand, right under that very table. His hand was explorin' ta see just exactly where that split in her dress led, and his fingers may a been wanderin' around somewhere up there. Well whatever was goin' on, they seemed to be appreciatin' each other's affections.

When the party was breakin' up everyone took one last drink from the bar up ta the 4th Floor. They all said good night in the hallway there, and not 10 minutes later I swear ta the almighty ya woulda thought it was a earthquake. The whole fuckin' floor was shakin' n rockin'. All a them rednecks busy gettin' busy, was causin' the very foundation a the joint ta sway.

In the mornin' Young Dixon was assessin' the damages he and Sweet Baby had caused right there in that fancy hotel room. Let's see now, Sweet Baby seemed to have developed a particular hatred toward shirt buttons, well men's shirts in general, well Daryl's shirts in particular. He'd be havin' ta pay that tux rental joint for the shirt. He didn't know if the hotel was gonna charge for the broken lamp, oh yeah and the broken chair, or what.

But he really couldn't give a fuck less. He was layin' there on that floor, over by the door. His Sweet Baby was asleep with her head on his shoulder, crazy blond curls everywhere and he was smilin'. He loved his Sweet Baby, and she loved him. He was one happy man.

Money ain't everythin', money's just money kids. That's the only thing I come here ta tell ya. Just takes me a while ta get ta the point, n whatnot.

A/N I hope you had a little fun. I thank you for reading, and would enjoy reading your reviews/comments, Happy Wednesday Kids! xo