Vo vo de la gator ehre

Ahh.. me, but Drexel twas away a long time. He came home shortly afore Toussaint dragging in a large half-dead toad. I promptly popped it in the Royal Crown Cola ice box my nephew (name withheld) brung me from Bubba's gas station at junction of highways 610 and 10, near Gentilly.

That piece of equipment has been a real boon as I kin run it off the stolen lectric my nephew (name withheld) hooked up to my neighbour's pole or off the generator that runs on white lightnin'.

I store all sorts of goodies in that thar box. Got a possum, 7 river rats, and a couple of small gator tails in beside my Ben and Jerry's Caramel Sutra carton full of night crawlers.

I won't be bringing my nephew (name withheld) to the Pinchlings cuz he is a reall good lookin boy. Got's most of his teeth and the carbuncle on his neck has gone down to the size of a golf ball now. But he is too useful to me so he is stayin to home. So Bubba has offered to do body removal and my nephew (name withheld) will work at the gas station. Bubba has some black overalls if that's ok. But one shoulder strap was torn off by a rabid skunk last week.