hehe bet dem hippies gonna be dryin out da cuttings as I here 'd that dey smoke grass. Sounds darn weird ta me.
I wunder ifn it matters what kind it is... crab grass, johnson grass, rye grass... I jus can't figer dem hippy folks out, huggin trees & smokin grass & not eatin meat. That jus ain't right.
Ah heerd wut dim little green alien probe wit, I'm not shur I wanna know wut dim hippie's wud use. Them & thur tree huggun n all.
uh... *shakes head, rolls eye* oh nevr mahnd.
Here, put this here foil hemet on, that'll protect your noggin.
twenty two pages! I mean, twenty friggin' two!
Thars sum hippie tolkn bout salids wot thes bards comin to?
can't believe this is at 22 pages..
hehe dat be bit like a song; been a fair spell since we did sum drinking n singing; lets gitterdone; a hem.
(to the toon of 100 bottles of beer on the wall)
"22 pages of redneck thread; 22 pages of thread; we'll add one more and drink some more; now be 23 pages of redneck thread"
Yea Haw!
kinda catchy ifn I do say so meself.
Yeppers; weez gotta git us some fillies in this thread, whar art thou er redneck trailer type mommas? Sing us a spell wit yer purty selves.
hehe next thang we do might be telling sexist type jokes like why the great one made women's feet smaller n mentype folks; hehe; then again, maybe not, buy you know weez all chuckling deep down in our boots.
Let me get y'all some grits with a big ol' heapin' plate of biscuits and gravy...I gotcha some cowboy coffee iffn ya like as well...
Git yer plates over there boys. Go on, git!
Woohee; sho nuff; *snaps his fingers and big stack of paper plates appears complete with plastic sporks"
yumm; cowboy coffee; I likes it so strong me stirer stands straight up and da grounds just flavors me dippen tobacky
Yeppers; weez gotta git us some fillies in this thread, whar art thou er redneck trailer type mommas? Sing us a spell wit yer purty selves.
hehe next thang we do might be telling sexist type jokes like why the great one made women's feet smaller n mentype folks; hehe; then again, maybe not, buy you know weez all chuckling deep down in our boots.
This here filly's chimin' in... *clears throat*
If rivers wur whisky & I's a duck I'd dive to tha bottom & drink my way up!
Oh & congratulations on the new little zombie nephew AZ!
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*Crawls out from under porch*
Wat in TARRR-nation?!? Wut are you dang-blasted kids doin just a-sittin on muh porch'n a-jabberin' fer?!?
*Grabs empty bell jar*
Ay don' see why I ought'nt'a just lather you whipper-snappers up one side and down the nex'!
*Fills jar with mysterious clear liquid from barrel shaped device with lotsa tubes*
Git yer lazy no-good carcasses back to school! Back in my day we wuz 'spected to be in school for fourteen hours a day when there wuz no harvestin' a-goin on!
Y'all needs'ta STUDY! N'become productin' members'a SOCIETY! jus like yer ol' Uncle Cosmo!
Kids these days... Sheesh!
*Crawls back under porch*
*guzzle*
*crash*
*snore*
But Uncle Coz, I done gradahdated nigh on 20 years ago.
*good lord, it hurt to say that*
Oh well, since he's back ta "sleep"... HAY, the still's a workin' again?! WHOOO HOOO uhm i mean *whispery voice* whoo hoo
Yea Haw to yous Aberzombie, and right like howdy do to yer lit'l en.
ah; rivers of whiskey; reminds me o dat grand ol song my grannie sings candy coated sugar mountains or sum such with rivers of whiskey; was in dat new movie too Oh brother, whar art thou? yep, dem fellas was in a tuff spot, but like d gut ol' boyz dey is they floated to the top like fresh cream in a barrel.
Mmmm, fresh cream. Ain't had none of that since I's a youngun. I shore do miss that Jersey cow. Don't miss that chore none at tal though.
*walks towards barrell like contraption that Uncle Cosmo used* Anybody else want anythin' while I'm up?
Beer me bitte :) n we could use sum more grub fer the grill.
You got it darlin'.
*puts a case of Shiner in the cooler & some Elgin sausage on the grill*
ahhh, now that's more like it.
Efreeti at the grill making it to order; say what you like and I'll wip it up hot, juicy and flame seared; juz come when I yell rub a dub dub; here comes the grub and bang on dat der metal triagle. Weez, got us some hotlinks, and some other kinds of sausage; some pork about to be pulled; ribs been slow cookin and da wingz is hot. We gots us some beercan chicken; the little missus there shorely gots a watermelon things hidden somewhar and pretty soon weez gonna dig up da bean pot and try not to wake any of Aberzombies kinfolk; careful diggin em up cause our foil wrapped taters in on top.
Dat Bobby Flay aint gots nutin on us; you seez him around here well, yall seen what happened to that feller from New Yoke wit his salsa; anyone got a rope? ifn not der be one in da well. Dat city slicker dont kno no fir!
I bes not hare of anyone wantn no keesh either.
oh; and thanky kindly for the refill.
Ifn wez runnin outa lawn fur nat tur and chars and whatnot; yall kin get dem seats outa dat or ford o'er yonder cause it aint run in yars.
Heck, ifin they cain't get that seat outta that good fer nuthin Ford then thar's an old couch up in tha attic that could use some airin' out.
Yew might wanna check uner that lawn tractor too, I thought I heerd some snorin comin' from over thata way & I'm purty shur it twernt no dawg.
hmm; tracktors; maybe what we need fur some in ter tain ment is a good ol fashioned tracktor pull, ifn we got us a persan round here bouts that kin summon up sum rain; we have us a good ol mud slingin time.