My husband loves to watch "Walker, Texas Ranger" reruns. Without fail, he'll call me everytime to come watch it with him..."Honey, Walter is on!" Cue me rolling my eyes. He usually follows that up with "That'sa real man! Beat the hell outta everboddy!" No offense, Walter, but I think your show is corn-on-the-cob corny. The whole "Don't mess with Texas" hokey grates on my nerves, and I'm from the South!! We know hokey!
Of course, my husband thinks that cowboys are nothing short of the divine, with their ten gallon hats, cowboy boots and dinnerplate sized belt buckles. He's in love with the swagger, ('cause I sure hope it ain't the clothes!), the horses, and the big @ss Ford F 150 trucks. I don't blame him though about the trucks, look at his:
This blue baby runs on a vespa motor, and it's top speed is around 20 mph.
We always end up arguing when Walter is on. I can't pass up the opportunity to crush the storyline and "fine acting skills" of the actors, and he can't stand the fact that I won't let him have his "American Dream".