Neal Horsley had sex with a mule?!

Just to be sure we’re all on the same page, here’s the actual cite.

Oh, like those Georgians never fucked a mule.

When we had no mules, we fucked fowl.
When we had no fowl, we fucked crawdads.
When we had not crawdads, we fucked sand.

You fucked sand?

We fucked sand.

*Do the best you can, with what you have, where you are. * – Winston Churchill

“I can’t prove he is a pig fucker, but I can sure as hell make the son-of-a-bitch deny it.” LBJ

It’s half-assed.

You’ve never heard the rooster song, have you?

*We had a chicken, no eggs would it lay
We had a chicken, no eggs would it lay

One day that rooster
Crept into our yard
And caught that chicken
Right off of her guard

She’s laying eggs now
Just like she use-ter
Ever since that rooster
Crept into our yard

We had a milk cow, no milk would she give…*

And you guys thought Fox was good for nothing. Fair, balanced & beastial.

You don’t use a stepladder silly. Look at the picture again. You see those handles on the yoke?..

“I’m so goddamn horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me.” - Tom Waits

(not about me–I only heard this from “a friend”)

There was an old hustler named Neal,
Possessed of a rod made from steel.
He stood on a stool
To bugger a mule,
And got kicked in the balls til he squealed.

So leroy, how you doin’? My buddy Neal says you’re kinda, you know, accomodating. I got this big ole lump of sugar and a carrot you just wouldn’t believe…

I’m trying to get a sense of what kind of a mindset would consider “I fucked your steak” to be bragging…

and I just can’t get there.

I guess Georgia must have a whole different meaning for the acronym, MILF.

This thread is Very Bad for reading at work. How to explain to confused coworkers why I’m sobbing at my desk?

John Denver: “Thank God I’m a country boy!”

Neal Horsley: “You said it, bro!”

No offense, Larry Mudd, but my husband was in the service with a southern guy who told EVERYONE that he used to fuck mud. All the time. And all this time I thought men were visual.

Oh, well, if he was “a southern guy,” say no more.

So, if Mr. Horsley had been married at the time he knew the mule, would it have been a menagerie a trois?

???

Ha! I’ve read that the term “corn-holing” refers back to the agrarian practice of using an ear of corn to make an accomodating hole in some squishy earth for humping purposes.

Of course, I read it in National Lampoon, so you might not want to take it as gospel. :smiley:

That must be it. Good to know…I guess.

I’ve always thought that was the purpose of this smiley —> :o