If I haven't, let me say it again: I love Dolly Parton. My Dad had all of her records, the cover with her red halter top and painted on jeans was fascinating! Those cans! I read a dog-eared paperback of Dolly's autobiography that I found in the laundry room a few years ago and fell even more in love with her. A genuine broad in fake hair, Dolly is remarkable.
Whip and I had a National Lampoon's Vacation a few years ago when we drove across country from Cali to Boston and planned our route to hit Dollywood. When we arrived, it was closed for the season. We ended up riding around the parking lot, peering into shuttered buildings at the entrance, taking a few pictures, and I think my sister took a piss with a few Burger King napkins behind a dumpster. Or was it me? Anyway, please enjoy: Jolene, by Dolly Parton. A true story? You decide. It's amazing.
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I love her too! I listened to her read her autobiography on tape. Divine.
She's pretty damned funny and a gen-u-ine entertainer.
That's it Anne, we're going to Dollywood as I too have had a crush on her since seeing 9-5 when I was three.
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