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Trailer park love making in the midst I'm suspicious.

Her real name is Jeep Cherokee, because she is about the size of one.

I calls them like I sees them! No one likes to hear the brutal truth.

Yeah... well... sh!t happens everywhere like this. If it's not some sadistic dictator overseas, it's a cokksukker in our own neighborhood. I don't live in Lavonia. I live here... City of Flowery Branch ? Home The only mobile homes around here are RVs owned by the country club trash over near Royal Lakes.

Crystal Dodge says that she used to eat at Burger King all the time. No sh!t! Look at her, she looks like 300 pounds of chewed bubble gum.

My first ex-wife was from Minneapolis area (Osseo to be exact). Still... to this day... one of the few women alive who could funnel a beer and never remove the Marlboro from her mouth.

Hockey, to me, is one notch above soccer.

Born, raised, and I will probably die here. I ain't ashamed of being a deep and dirty southern boy.

And Nebraska is a virtual cornucopaia of culture and diversity.

Yes. Never call a mongrel a douchebag, eddo.

Oh... no. That's what I meant, wez. They will have to meet in the Superbowl and the likelyhood of that is almost slim to none. Chickensh!t is what I say. For a cool twenty-five million? I'd slap eddo's mom in the jaw with my pecker.

Now we can hope that Brett and the Jets (Sounds like a fukken doo-wop group from the '50s) lays down some vengeance on the Packers! Oh... And no matter how much I root for Atlanta, anytime Brett plays against us, I cheer for him. Atlanta was dumb enough to cut and trade him, so I say we are not good enough to win against a team his QB'ing!

I would never find closure with the execution of this border-monkey.

Now he's sport for the crows. I say we go ahead and hack his body into little bits, bread the little pieces, deep fry them, pour some sesame sauce (or whatever the fukk that sh!t is called), serve over a fluffy bed of white rice, pour gasoline over the plate, and finally set it ablaze.

Stroll into Sturgis on your little pink scooter, wearing your little pink Obama 08 t-shirt! See what happens.

I'm almost at a loss for words. This is what happens when you try to introduce a little culture and a little diplomacy to the mongrels.

I hope the coroner, or whoever conducts the autopsy, finds his funnybone. He was not funny at all! The Bernie Mac Show, on the other hand and despite the credits, wasn't all written by him. I found his show to be very funny and I'll watch the reruns on the CW once in a while. I hated to hear that the man died, because it's kind of shocking that a relatively young man can be taken out like that. I'm pushing 40, as healthy and hardy as I've ever been, but something so simple in nature can take me out. And I don't fear death. There are greater fears in this world that gnaw at me day in and day out other than the certainty of death. On the lighter side... My truck looks great... just waxed it!

"Well you may not know this, but there's things that gnaw at a man worse than dying." - Charley Waite (Kevin Costner) in Open Range.

That doesn't sound half bad. I'm going to have to try that!

Cat tastes better in duck sauce.

Paris Hilton? She still alive?

With a name like that, why didn't T. Boone get into country music?

I say we hang him! And then we kill him!

The kid on the right looks like the progeny of Jack Black and Eminem.