“. . . hotter than a summertime crawfish boil.” Thelma and Frank retired to the back porch trying to escape the heat from the kitchen. She liked to sit on the screened in porch and look at the picture of her late husband Delroy Jenkins that she kept above the door. “Alaw that man was a stallion,” she bellowed out to Frank who had run back inside to help himself to a fresh bowl of beer. “How in Jesus' name can you swallow that filth, it's hotter than a possoms poop hole". Even though she knew ...

“. . . hotter than a summertime crawfish boil.” Thelma and Frank retired to the back porch trying to escape the heat from the kitchen. She liked to sit on the screened in porch and look at the picture of her late husband Delroy Jenkins that she kept above the door. “Alaw that man was a stallion,” she bellowed out to Frank who had run back inside to help himself to a fresh bowl of beer. “How in Jesus' name can you swallow that filth, it's hotter than a possoms poop hole". Even though she knew ...