untitled, II

[Celestial Healer]

Didjall her thet?

[Heathansson]

huh.

[Celestial Healer]

Thet ther inem bushes...

[Heathansson]

uhuh.

[Celestial Healer]

*BANG*

Gottem. Dang hippehs.

[Heathansson]

gyetdawg!

[Heathansson]

ayyup.

[Celestial Healer]

Aeent sher if thet wuz a hippeh er wunnadem travelin' salesmen tahps. Ather way they shud dun stay off meh properteh.

[Heathansson]

Yew got 18 dalters.

[Aberzombie]

Thet wuz sum perty good shootin CH. Dang hippehs gotta lern they ain't welkum round heer.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Amen zombie!

click click

**BANG**

DURN HIPPEHS!

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Celestial Healer]

You shoore is perty, Mammy.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Celestial Healer]

Yup.

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippehs.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Celestial Healer wrote:

You shoore is perty, Mammy.

Why thankee Hawkman. Yew gotcherself a woman?

Bats blue-mascaraed eyes

[Aberzombie]

Mornin Mammy! It shor is lookin tuh be uh perty day, ain't it?

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Ah reckin. This here's what Big Pappy used to call tall corn weather

hee hee!

FROGGY! Yew about heah? Yore mammy needs a new PBR!

[Aberzombie]

Big Pappy shor wuz uh wise fella. Ayup.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Naow whur'd that froggy-boy get to? Allus off doodlin' and skylarkin'.

FROGGIE!!

Oh well. Say, Hawkman kin yew bring a lady a fresh PBR? My mug's empty.

Waves a large plastic novelty glass

[Celestial Healer]

Shoore thing Mammy...

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Celestial Healer]

Yup.

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippehs.

[dang hippeh]

Who, me?

[Aberzombie]

Dang it, thet hippehs back uhgin. Ain't sumbuddy gonna shoot'im?

[dang hippeh]

Why would somebody shoot me? I love everybody!

[Celestial Healer]

Thet hippeh's messin wit ahr posts agin! Dagnabbit!

[Valegrim]

Two raisons; dad nabbit; you gott buggle eyes that er gud targets; and all that running and lovin makes youse a good target and tramps are xtra points.

[Butterfrog]

Long time no post here...

[Celestial Healer]

What's thet ther hippeh doin back her? Messin' wit ahr threads agin ah see.

Dang hippeh! Git off meh properteh, afore ah shoots yeh in the ay-oar-tah.

[Aberzombie]

Get'im CH! Shoot thet dang hippeh!!!

[Celestial Healer]

Git! Ahsay git!

*hurls pitchfork at hippeh*

[Aberzombie]

Thet'll lern im.

[Celestial Healer]

Yeh got thet raht, zombeh.

[Tha Revinuuer Man]

Well well well, whatch'all doin' hyar? You gotcher licenz what fer shootin' them dang hipeez?

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Aims Sarajuana at the revinuer

We don't cotton to revinuers 'round these here parts. Now yew git, an' take that durn hippeh with yew!

*click click*

Go awn naow! GIT!

[Tha Revinuuer Man]

Now now Mama, yew know we doan tik no hippehs fer paymint. Ain't git no valyew to em, dang hippehs. Yew jist slip meh somo thet theer brew frum yonder holler an we'll fergit them taxis yew owe.

But I cain't do nuthin' bout yer hippehs. They ain't raisin no revnew, soes I cain't touch em ... wouldna wanta touch em no how.

[Aberzombie]

Yew ain't gotta worry nun bout them hippehs Revnewer man. Me'n CH kin handle them fellers.

[Larry Lichman]

Don't need no lisense. They be trespassin'. Lukit the sines in are yards, yuh blamed idjit! They clearly say "No Trespassin'. Trespassin' hippehs will be shot! All otheh trespassers will be driven off with pitchforks".

Dadgum idjit revenuers...

[Celestial Healer]

Larry Lichman wrote:

Don't need no lisense. They be trespassin'. Lukit the sines in are yards, yuh blamed idjit! They clearly say "No Trespassin'. Trespassin' hippehs will be shot! All otheh trespassers will be driven off with pitchforks".

Dadgum idjit revenuers...

Is thet whut thet sahn sez? Ah don' read so good.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Larry Lichman]

Thet's whut it sez ahraht. Dadgum hippehs 'n' their revenuer kin need tuh stay outta muh nayberhud.

Ah may hafta start leevin' muh rottwiler chained outside tuh keep the riff raff away.

[Tha Revinuuer Man]

Larry Lichman wrote:

Thet's whut it sez ahraht. Dadgum hippehs 'n' their revenuer kin need tuh stay outta muh nayberhud.

Ah may hafta start leevin' muh rottwiler chained outside tuh keep the riff raff away.

I ain't no kin kin ta no hippeh, ya durty carpitbagger. Fer all I know, ya braut them hippehs in har yerself. Don give me no raisin ta pull yer sary butt in fer sum trumpt up charge or t'other.

[dang hippeh]

Revenuer man! It's so good to see you! I'm glad you told me this was such a fun place to hang out.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Awlright, alla yew carpetbaggin' hippehs an' revinuuers git offa mah lawn 'fore I fill yer backsides with rocksalt! Gowan naow! GIT!

[Aberzombie]

Yew tellum Mammy!