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No, I'm not about to smell it, but it is attracting a nice flock of tufted titmice, a mourning dove, some sparrows, and a chickadee here and there.
Tuna Lips said...
In the afro negro parlance, I gives a shout out to my home toast Mister Joe Namath. I believes he and I share the same notions about being men of action. Ole TL does not hesistate to take up the challenge when the gold ring is there and there aint a soul leapin for it. Like Joe on the side line, asking that Jewess to give him a kiss, I myself am a carpet dim entrepreneurialisin' type.
Case in point. Shoo Fly's ole lady, gotta go three bills, and will eat the grass off the lawn if need be. Add a fifth of Old Crow, and she is plain ornery.
What to do?
Well, what i does is nock out the cable to the trailer park, set up a corral o' sorts, and announce a man of strength challenge. This being 4 pm, the region is loaded on my moonshine and lookin' fer something stupid to watch. No cable. what to do?
"Comes one, comes all, chillin' of all ages, see the great Yeti of the South, nothin as ill disposed to humankind trods this good earth. Residin in a nearby cave, just defrosted from her pre-history ice coffin, the Monstrosity challenges any fool to come ride her mole filled back and stay on board fer better than 7 seconds. Bring yer mammy and pappy, and fill the littl'uns up with snow cones and cotton candy. We challenge any fool to come on out and donate $13 and disclamin' all damages and losin' some teeth, ride this here beast. Is you man enough?"
And them bitches line up, and for $2 to get inside the rope
No ordinary bronc, this Gutter Beast. I am peddlin' shine and skunk weed at the only show in town. And Shoo is the head of security, fondlin' all the jail bait comin through the gate, and, aside from a meek wine from a momma or three, he is scotch free and gettin' some good leads fer later.
Everyone is havin a celebratory time, Shoo Fly is not gonna take a beatin' tonite as his lassy is beatin' the snot outta the best the south has to offer, and we are sellin' pappy's special hooch, no chloroform, and some mind eraser bud. Whatsmore, fer you peasants, I got Bitty (my sisters) youngest, workin' the anteriors, liftin wallets from heartless johns.
Tuna Enterprises, Limatitated!
I meander, but the point bein, Broadway Joe wudda enjoyed it. We played some ball back when, in case you did not know.
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In the afro negro parlance, I gives a shout out to my home toast Mister Joe Namath. I believes he and I share the same notions about being men of action. Ole TL does not hesistate to take up the challenge when the gold ring is there and there aint a soul leapin for it. Like Joe on the side line, asking that Jewess to give him a kiss, I myself am a carpet dim entrepreneurialisin' type.
Case in point. Shoo Fly's ole lady, gotta go three bills, and will eat the grass off the lawn if need be. Add a fifth of Old Crow, and she is plain ornery.
What to do?
Well, what i does is nock out the cable to the trailer park, set up a corral o' sorts, and announce a man of strength challenge. This being 4 pm, the region is loaded on my moonshine and lookin' fer something stupid to watch. No cable. what to do?
"Comes one, comes all, chillin' of all ages, see the great Yeti of the South, nothin as ill disposed to humankind trods this good earth. Residin in a nearby cave, just defrosted from her pre-history ice coffin, the Monstrosity challenges any fool to come ride her mole filled back and stay on board fer better than 7 seconds. Bring yer mammy and pappy, and fill the littl'uns up with snow cones and cotton candy. We challenge any fool to come on out and donate $13 and disclamin' all damages and losin' some teeth, ride this here beast. Is you man enough?"
And them bitches line up, and for $2 to get inside the rope
No ordinary bronc, this Gutter Beast. I am peddlin' shine and skunk weed at the only show in town. And Shoo is the head of security, fondlin' all the jail bait comin through the gate, and, aside from a meek wine from a momma or three, he is scotch free and gettin' some good leads fer later.
Everyone is havin a celebratory time, Shoo Fly is not gonna take a beatin' tonite as his lassy is beatin' the snot outta the best the south has to offer, and we are sellin' pappy's special hooch, no chloroform, and some mind eraser bud. Whatsmore, fer you peasants, I got Bitty (my sisters) youngest, workin' the anteriors, liftin wallets from heartless johns.
Tuna Enterprises, Limatitated!
I meander, but the point bein, Broadway Joe wudda enjoyed it. We played some ball back when, in case you did not know.
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