This is the most Tennessee thing ever.
Anyone else remember this gem?
Growing up, my cousin went by Bobby. Literally one day he wanted to be called Bob, so we all called him Bob after that because we aren’t assholes.
See how easy that is?
Hm. Go ride my wet, muddy horse in 44 degree Fahrenheit weather in the pouring rain, or snuggle under the blanket with my 3 warm dogs all day.
Tough choice.