Not all Texans are chowderheads...
I once spent a very informing period sat at a bush bar on Latif Salami Street with Texas' resident sage.
We raked over the political situation back in the Land of the Big PX, various interesting situations The Short One had got himself into and out of and matters arising.
But then 'one of them big-titty women' came on duty next door, when his attention wandered. Plus, he had been telling me about the sort of cooties one can get from a local 'barbering saloon' (I had been on my way back from getting a haircut when I spotted him sat there taking the air) so that I had begun itching pretty badly.
I wandered off and left him there enjoying the local scene.