I know a guy who fell off a barn roof at a party. We all watched him fall then we didn't see him for awhile. I think he layed where he fell and passed out for awhile.

I was thinking to myself, I am running out of bullshit to talk about so I grabbed my dictionary and told myself I'd open the book and whatever I pointed at was my topic of bullshit.

   - Hobbledehoy -

Purely incidental, the book says the word is based on English dialect-hob-a rustic- but beside that, I've never met a hobbledehoy I didn't like. Hell, I've never met a hobbledehoy I couldn't tame.
I know a few hobbledehoy's but I think Michael Jackson has a little bit more experience on the subject. (ouch)

I once saw a hobbledehoy,
Who was dancing with zest and joy.
I watched as he danced full of life
No worry, no grief, no strife.
And when he was through,
I said, "I'm sorry for you,
because your hobbledehoy days are soon through."
"See, your growing up and the world is rough,
and if a man's gonna make it, you gotta be tough.
So I give you that name, and I said goodbye
Knew you have to get tough or die.
A lot of this is trash,
and some is Johnny Cash
But, listen to the words I cry,
because bullshit, will never die.
Rustic, trying hard to understand where has the mother gone when you really need her?