Sheet fire, Rap... Why not just take me a Ox tank and a tow-behind coffin just in case...
Ya'll done everything but send out the funeral announcements fir the poor ol' hillbilly...
And geeze Louise, Lizzie... I love the womenz... I really do... I loves each and every one of them... Okay, ya'll don't make no sense but, hey, I loves ya'll anyway... Plus ya'll is alot purdier then men... By far... Jus' don't make no sense???... But nobody is perfect, right???
But I'll tell ya'll why I think I'm better... The P-Vine says so and say to get my butt off this pudder and carry her about 10 five gallon buckets of water to the veggie garden to water the lima beans and okra... So I say's, "Hey, P-Vine, there's a hose down there... Why not use it???" and she says...
...'cause "that's too much trouble" (???)
See what I mean??? She have poor ol' pee-moanya'd hillbilly carry 10 buckets of water down a steep hill and huff-n'-pee-moanya-puff my poor ol' pee-moanya hillbilly butt back up the hill 5 times just to avoid turning the little spigot on for the hose to the veggie garden??? Like can any womenz expalin that with any logic???