i enjoy sittin' back with a nice jigger of home made corn wiskey. the stuff that will make you see into the great dark abyss and say to satan "leave my land this belongs to the lord you horny beast." often after such an encounter i feel bad for being so rough on the man so i abuse my body till climax just to let him know i'm no better.
someone who likes to listen to the crops blowing in the wind and a pig squillin' in the distance. a bit ofa square dancer might be nice too.
oh any ol' country song. and of course cowboy music. anything really that tames the soul or brings out the satanic whore in a woman.
i don't believe in the movies. i think that is why these kids these days are so lazy and violent.
i don't read much more than a scale that tells me when to send one of my prize animals off to the slaughter.