The following is a text message from yesterday:
tmfw: Have y'all been getting all that rain out there in North Carolina?
Don: Not around here yet.
tmfw: It's been raining like crazy here. The cotton people say that the crops are dropping to the ground and mildewing.
Don: Well, when them cotton bolls get rotten you can't make very much cotton.
tmfw: This is based on personal experience right?
Don: Well, when I was just a little bitty baby my Mama would rock me in that cradle.
tmfw: I know for sure that you don't know the first damn thing about cotton farming. I know that you didn't spend your infancy in Louisiana. And for the record, there's no place in Louisiana that's just about a mile from Texarkana.
Don: I have to go now.
tmfw: Take an umbrella to work tomorrow.
Don: Bye
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Not make, pick. You don't make cotton.
My texts are always better before you butcher them with your inept editing and post them without permission.
My goodness Mr H that is a bit harsh isn't it??
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