I remember when I was in college, way out in west Texas. Well when you live in west Texas you can't exactly just go somewhere, you have to pack up all your crap and hope to God you'll be back by Monday. Then on the way home you get all hungry inside and you're feeling just a lil bit of pain from all the excitement that occurred on your road trip. Than you reach way back behind ya in the cooler back there, and you fish around in all that warm water and you find that one lil dude that made it all the way through the weekend. and you pick him up and u dust him off, and crack him open. Just then you figure right about that time that you might have left that fried all sub stop and go burrito right underneath your seat. and you're fishing around down there and find that thing that lil old burrito and you wipe that carpet lint off , as if you wouldn't eat it if it did have other things on it.
It's a two day old burrito on a lukewarm beer to go, on the Sunday side of a road trip weekend, and Lordy I was feeling so low, when somebody flipped on the jukebox, and I heard old Bob Wills say, "wont cha' stay all night stay a little longer", so I held on another day.
