Down here in the South we don’t bob for apples,
we bob for pig’s feet.
(That’s my little brother, Finnie, with his face in the bucket trying to win a blue ribbon at the annual redneck games.)
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3 comments:
There was about an hour in the middle of the night where I didn't feel well and thought I was gonna' yarf. It passed but now I'm certain that I'll do it now!
I really need to go witness the redneck games they have here. I need to see for myself Little Joe Bob wearing his suspenders without a shirt on underneath!
So...did your brother win?
He placed second only because hit tub broke and he lost all the water....oh well.
I think you should go to the redneck games - lots of photo ops there!
Ew, that made me sick in my mouth!
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