20th
Motherfucking BOLO TIES!
Bolo ties can say so much:
“Hello, I’m a Southern gentleman with a ball gag fetish. My lady paints vaginas and desert landscapes.” “Sometimes I like things in my butt. I’m mostly OK with it, but there are days where I struggle.” ”Of course I use a Dreamcatcher”, “I wish I owned a sports team”, “homemade beef jerky”, and so on.
Bolo ties are giving me SO much right now, I don’t see an end in sight. Reader- if you send in a picture of anyone wearing a bolo tie, I can tell you everything about the wearer with about 93% accuracy, with one caveat—the tie must be worn sincerely, otherwise I can’t get a reading. They don’t work on young women, either—only older, brassy, “#1 Mary Kay sales rep in the entire state, thank you very much. Let’s have a great year, ladies!” kinds of gals.
But back to the menfolk! Aw, Bolo Tie Man; you’ve worn me down in a single post! You may be an unrepentant smoker with a Wild Turkey ulcer, but damned if you aren’t a great lover and a perfect fucking gentleman! Take me to that dive bar you like so much-the one where two women once fought over you; we’ll slow dance to Day After Day by Badfinger ‘til they throw us out. We’ll get Denver omelets in the morning and scrub our minds clean with a long drive through the New Mexico desert before we say our goodbyes.
Read below and try not to weep (is there a more beautiful word than “lariat”?)
http://www.discount-navajo-arts.com/Navajo_Bolo_Ties_Fashion
