So for whatever reason I have had an obsession with Garth Brooks lately. Yes, you read that correctly. I said Garth Brooks. Yeah from the 90's. That guy. Or maybe you remember him as Chris Gaines. lol! Don't ask why, don't ask where this came from but good golly...I feel like the man in the checkered shirt is following me and is practically sending me a personal invite to see him in concert in Las Vegas. I turn on the radio...his songs are playing. I go into a store...his songs are playing. I opened up a magazine...you guessed it...he's in it. I turn the tv on and there was a special on him. I tell you...he's surrounding me! So I guess I have to find a way to get to Vegas and see this man. Guess I'll just drop that one in the bucket list and see what happens.
I'm all for it Vicki...come see me. It will be a BLAST!
I'm so serious...I really think you should hang out with me. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Wait, am I following her or is she creepily following me?
I don't care because I wear shirts like this nice checkerboard shirt!
Did you like that joke...me too!
Hmmmm....so how we gonna get you out here Vic?
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