But, ahhhhh, hey... Ol' hillbilly don't discriminate here... I mean, so ya got different DNA and yer money maker fit in a size 8??? I mean, that's okay with me... Really, I loves ya anyway... I mean, look at poor underfed KT... Poor gal has to run around in the shower to get wet... Does that mean that I don't loves her??? Heck no, it don't... Heck, the P-Vine ain't got lotta money maker to her bones neither... But I loves 'um anyway...
Okay, gotta draw the line when it comes to Floozies... I mean, it's a Mississippi blues thing that ya' can only unnerstand if you played or been in a real juke joint like "Wild Bill's" of "Junior Kimbrough's" juke joints where big womenz is definately helf in, ahhhhh, highest esteme...
But thems is juke joint stuff which is differenter than Mudburg where all the womenz is beautiful and sexy and nice and purdy and smart and, and the list goes on... And on...
That's why I am glad to have found this joint... It's like the Babe capital of cyberworld...