brian-mcgee - January 24, 2018
When I look at Rita Ora, I don't think to myself, there's an old cowhand from the Rio Grande, but I guess western wear is in right now. Rita doesn't strike me as the kind of gal to spend her Saturday nights down at some honky tonk bar doing the Boot Scootin' Boogie. She also doesn't strike me as the type of woman who's never set foot in a Waffle House, and frankly, I don't have time for women like that.
In fact, I think it's time to bring Jukebox Selects back to the forefront. As Rita does her thing in this yellow shirt and cowboy hat, I'm reminded of my favorite song found on every jukebox in every Waffle House in this great land of ours. Something tells me that if Rita Ora were the special lady waiting for me at the Waffle House, I might never leave.
I wouldn't mind living in a Waffle House. It would be a great adventure, especially if Rita Ora and her cowboy hat are there. Hell, we could boot scoot till the sun comes up, or till the cows come home. Any way you slice it, she's one special lady...
Photo Credit: Backgrid USA
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