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.