Posted by
skep41 on Sunday, November 11, 2007 3:12:42 PM
"Stop
Pickin On Mah Wafe!' Yew tell'um Billy Boy! Them thar New York Ciddy
pointy-haids caint go arownd askin fer her doccy-mints and askin them
thar trick questions without ol Billy leavin Daisy Mae's side and wavin
his pie-plate hands at them scallywags that are keepin himself an the
Little Wommin out of the house that that election-stealin varmint Dubya
done stole rat out from under their noses. Hell, one look at them giant
hands gits them Soccer Babes wetter then October, an that meanz votes,
votes, votes! Hey, an them waitresses wantin extry should jes shaddup
cuz we're fixin ta give them all the dang free health care they're ever
agoing ta be needin. So Billy'll be leavin the Lil Gal on the front
porch with the bloodhounds wilst he goes back across the holler ta
Daisy's shack and if yew Yankees come lookin fer more trubal jest
remember them dawgs bite something fierce.