Gosh! A real ceement pond! I always wanted one a them! I knew you was a high class feller from the first time I heared you talking all that star trek stuff or maybe star wars. Heck, I caint keep all that high fallutin' stuff straight.
I didn't mean no fightin words Kosh. We's uns best buds! We ain't no fightin breed up here. Unless you say somethin mean bout Dolly. Or Willy. Or Loretta. Or Hank (junior or senior). Then we might get all riled up. But you and me - we're best buds.
'Sides us genteel exstinkgwished men of the world need to stick together thick as thieves. Cause I know you like those purty high class girls just like me. You know they ones they got ALL their teeth. Woowee. High class.
So come on down here to the holler and have some shine and we talk it out like the gents we are. I got a mason jar with yore name on 'er. Might even be clean. I'll check - sometime its a spit jar or pee jar and we get em all mixed up. A little germs wont hurt nobody anyhow. And that shine make everything all right. Or make you forget about it anyway.
Like last Christmas, me and my cussin Billy Rae got into the good shine - that reel high octane stuff - you know the good stuff that wont even make you go blind? Anyway Maw just got her new leenoleeum floor (we's fancy up here) and me and Billy Rae put on sunglasses and were in our socks and undies and a singin and a slidin all over that floor. Just like that Tom Crews feller. Now thats a good time. Go on tell me it ain't. That what good shine duz it brings people together. And it makes em act reel silly. But it definitely brings em together.
Heck you don't even have to get down your underwear if you want to slide on Maw's floor. We're not stuck up like that or nothing. That was more Billy Rae's thing anyway. He liked seeing me in my underwear.
He always was a bit funny that way...
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