See, Tweezer, I told ya' that you was gonna get a butt kickin' with this one an' looks like frrom the looks of things their ain't much T-butt left fir kicking.

But, hey, I don't think you are beyond redemption. Ol' Rev. Bobert will get you all Baptertized and Confessorated in der Mississippi in a few weeks when we're doing the Handy's and all will be well.

Yeah, there's a certain appeal to jump on folks that ain't like us 'cause they, ahhh, ain't like us. Hey, I cornfess mah ownself to not understandin' a lot of things but, hey, if they ain't beatin my sorry butt with no chains then its their lumps, not mine.

Now I reckon a lot of it has to do with perspective, too. I mean, these folks din't grow up with McDonalds on every corner...

Ahhh, nevermind...

The Boberdz