George Strait

George Strait: *He sits down and sees Norma cuddled up next to him, fast asleep, her face red, almost as if she's been crying.* Norma, wake up, honey. *She stirs.* You okay? *She shakes her head.* Damn it. *His back cracks.* Ugh... Son of a Florida Georgia Line, that hurt like hell... *Norma wakes up.* Sorry I woke you up, Norma... It's just that my back has been giving me hell ever since last night when I was touring... Damn arthritis got my hands cramping and cracking... *Norma snickers.*