Hon, I love yew, but
We cain’t do it standin’ up:
Too much like dancin’
I chew and I spit
In a meditative state
The spitoon goes “DING!”
Banjo haiku
da da dang dang dang
dang dang dang dang dang dang dang
dang dang dang ye-haar
well, at least one person wants to meet me…
http://fathom.org/polldata/pollcheck.adp?poll=dope-page5&question=62
Cheers!!
My wife decorates
Our home in “Country Cutesy.”
I vomit often.
Budweiser, of course,
Is Breakfast of Champions.
I do lunch with Jack.
Daughter: “Paw, kin I take the truck to town?”
Paw: “Shore thang, darlin’, but yew know whut yew gotta do first.”
Daughter: “Yes Paw…(getting on knees)…Eewwwww! Paw, it tastes
like shit!”
Paw: “Damn! I fergot…yore bruther already done took the truck!”