In My Best Jim Mora Tone
IOWA, IOWA, Don't talk to me about IOWA
I was transfered to Iowa in my younger days around Mt. Pleasant, had to move in the back door cause the ****ing blizzard was blowing in the front. When winter finally ended the ****ing wind started blowing. It was like living on a pool table. One spring day I stood all I could Stand and couldn't stand no more. I went out got the Weber and fired her up, went back in and got the strips ready for the 1st BBQ, went back out to check on the Weber and the ****ing wind had blown her over and I had smoking Briquettes bouncing across the yard starting little fires.
Left six months later, People were very nice though
