nwlafrog
Active Member
Had a hot date with Mrs NWLA at lunch and walked out to find a gaggle of business men huddled around my truck leaning on it having a meeting. One was kicking my tires like he was ready for a test drive at the dealership, one on the phone, a couple more bullshipping, and one leaning into the bed staring at my yeti that was chained up. I walked my wife to her car, took a dumb arse selfie for her, set off my alarm and then asked if they were gonna make me an offer or if they were just kicking tires for the darn of it. Shreveport folk don't have any damn sense.
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