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Tue 23 Sep, 2003 02:14 pm
Hey man! Talk to me like a redneck! Hot damn I reckon that'd fix my achy-breaky heart!
Can ah borra dat dare oily rag fer a sec. Ahm gone clean mah shotgun.
Ah reckon ya can, iff'n ya talk reel sweet-like to me.
Ah'nt gawna school today. Opnen day o deer season! Y'all gawn?
I'll talk sweet 'fya gimme a ride!
Reckon so! Ah ain't done shooted wunnuthem purty bastards since Pa busted th' stock o'mah shotgun over Tater's haid!
Now ma daddy once told me a 87 Ford Mustang 5.0 wud whup a 87 Iroc 5.7. Ma' pal Billy says it ain't so...tell us the trooth?
Also, if I dun have a baby with my lil 'cuz, is it really gonna be a retard?
Well then, maybe I'll see ya saturday down the Fire Hall fer Bingo.
No, no Scooby Doo Hoo, yer lil'un ain't gonna be no damn 'tard. That's jest what them Yankees want us tah thank, Ah reckon.
Sooey! A possum nest! We's havin' stew tonight!
Hey man! Ya oughrta gitcha wunnadem chevies, man, them suckers is right slick!
Stu? That sorry sonnofabitch. Reckon Ah'm agonna bust 'is haid right mean-like!
Talkin' 'bout slick, did yall git a peek at dat pomade and ladies harnet he bin warin' ta bed? Slick as coon **** on a wintry Febrary mornin'.
First rule of cookin' possum pie, make sure they's daid. Then bust up Stu....he always got his ham-hock hand in the food before I reckon it's done.
Yall git offn ol' Stu. He don't mean no harm.
Oooowwwee! I sho' do like me some possum pie, doncha know?
Shoot yeah! Hey, me'an' Lulu's agonna haid on down to the strip 'n show off 'r purty vehiculars after th'game. Got me some gosh durn bran' spankee new Kay See lights fer the fronna mah truck! Yeeehaw!
Ya'll hear 'dem looneys frum England tawk? 'Dey go un call cigarettes "fags."
Dayum fags!
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