'Tain't nobody over there 'cept beautiful wimmen and handsome men, all of who are the smartest, wittiest, folks you kin imagine. They all play guitar like the offspring of a Doc Watson/Robert Johnston mating, sing so good that the Devil and St. Peter are fightin' over 'em before they're even dead, and kin cook so good that your stomach'll turn up any other food even if you're starvin' to death. MOABites kin outdrink, out wrassle, out cuss, out eat, out pray, 'n' out fish any forty non-posters in a bunch or one at a time. Why, Amos alone put out them wildfires 'round LA with jist one blow -- he thunk it was his birthday candles! MOABites are half mountain lion, half grizzly bear, half gentle lamb, 'n' half innercent child. They ride the lightnin' bolts fer fun, sow their wild oats, and pray fer crop failure.

Drop 'round sometime.