Hey ya'all. How's it goin' fer ya all today? I'm new round these here parts but I tripped up on this page and found ya all behavin' in a way that reminds me of back home.
See I come from a family of 15 brothers and I's the only girl so's my Mamma calles me Lil' Missy.
We raised corn back in the hills of Ginny and ate lots o corn cuz my Daddy made corn cob pipes for a livin'. Now ifen you wants to yap on about old hippies, I tell ya, they never stopped comin' round our place. They wore them old pipes out faster en you can shake a drip off your weenie. that's hows my Daddy made it so good in the bidness. We et so much corn when ya farted it came out the hole. The hole thing likes ya never chewed it.
Now them old hippies was perty darn right righteous people. They liked leavin Mama fresh herbs for the stew pot every time they a come round. They'd bring all their fiddles and gitars, harmonycas and clackers and sit around nearly a day playin music and smokin' Daddys pipes. And they would never forget to pay Daddy his dollar twenty five for a pipe. Yes sirree. dem was the good old days.
Just wants to say thankee for bringin' me home for a short spell.
love and kisses, Lil Missy Fookedup