Dixie has twice as much music as I do and can whip her weight in grizzly bears. Without her I am but an empty pasta shell, echoing the gravid sloshing of an ocean of marinara.

Dixie...hmmm..Where to begin? So many stories, but so little time. Well I guess the best time we shared was back in the Summer of '69. That was when Dixie got her first real 6 string. She bought it at the five and dime. She played it till her fingers bled. It was the summer of '69.
Those were the best days of my life!
Keep on Rocking Dixie!!!!

She wants to buy me Hostess Snack Treats and give me a mixed tape from 1987--I think she may be my new best friend!

Dixie is one *tuff* son of a B. She's got good taste in music, can play a mean organ and if you're nice... she'll cook you her famous "Specialty" dish! NOW SHE KNOWS HOW OSCARS FEIL!

Dixie and I became tight after I loaned all my action figures to some mean little kid who dismembered and burned them in a trash fire. I only found out when I had to walk past the dumpster and I saw them all melted together. I'll never forget how Dixie came right over with her 26 tape "Gilligan's Planet" video collection and a Mr. Pibb 6 pack.