Think again, my friend. I am trapped in the buckle on the Bible Belt known as Kentucky. Actually, I seem to remember that there are many Kentucky Queen fans on here, including one a few miles away from me in Florence, but the most we can really do is chat through the net.
Most of the lovely, respectable (weird, freakish, near-fundamentalist) Christian families around here would sooner sell their own souls than let their sweet (bratty) little daughters and sons listen to gay music.
God wants you to send me some money.
"Seven spades doubled, vulnerable, making seven? You BITCH."