Looking in the mirror, I don’t know whether I want to laugh or call the whole thing off, standing here in nothing more than my cowboy hat, chaps, a jockstrap, and my boots, I look somehow both ridiculous and… sexy at the same time. I don’t know how that’s possible. Regardless of what I think, though, I know Shooter is going to lose his mind.
My toxic trait is wanting a hot cowboy and then remembering he will probably make me listen to country music…no
