Yay further indignities

[diello]

Awe, shoot, mah lil bumpkins, I'ma sittin' at home, wonderin where all that magical goop from mah throat went to. Ah reckon that sumabitch deluin's a-stollen it from me, on account-a he could'na talk and now I ain't talkin' neither. But I ain't puttin' the blame on him.

I 'spect the tea Maw got to me'll be workin' real well for that, sho nuff. I'll be happier'na pig in sheeiit if ah can git to a-talkin' by tunight.

I reckon I'ma goin' to see that there moo-vee ever'body's talkin bout in a couple days. The one with them fancy boys and them purdy coloured pills...

If'n any of y'all'd like to come on down t'mah place, I recon you gotta be good at playin' sharades. Ain't even gonna open mah mouth, so I dun get no germs on ya.

Comments

[snakechapaev.livejournal.com]

Shucks, ya'll be talkin` `bout that movie? the one with all them people in them fancy clothes. And that one guy who's been inbred so much that everyone in his family is the same?

Sounds like a good `ol time, might be some duelin` banjos as well.