Coon-asses + alcohol + me + music = waking up in strange place + hot coon-ass + cuddling + promises of a new house and beautiful brown eyed baby boys

Last night was good. Wished I lived in South Louisiana forever. I never get enough of those coon-ass accents. Or maybe hunting season could go on forever in North Louisiana, then I could get coon-ass lovin' all the damn time. I need to relocate.