The other day Kyle had a little misunderstanding with his girl. A friend asked him if they’d worked it all out and he said yes but that he’d still felt a little bad afterwards. “So what did you do?” asked the friend.
“Well,” said Kyle, “I went back to my house and I put on my George Strait boots. Then I put on my George Straight shirt. Then I put on my George Strait hat. Then I walked all the way down to the chicken pen and I sang George Strait songs to the chickens for about half an hour.
“Then I walked on home, changed my clothes, and had some supper.”
And all was well.