:LOL:

The writers for "Dukes of Hazzard" called and they would like you to pay them royalties.

And here comes Roscoe, cleverly disguised as a *tree*!

Right now, ole' Boss is happier than a hog knee-deep in slop.

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YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!

:( Yet, she was twitchy last night and bolted, even though you guys had a great time watching the game together. I find that odd.

How so?

"Well, friends..."

A Chiefs Monday night win in overtime is a hard act to follow. :shrug:

This.

It's like ****ing a 50 gallon drum of warm chicken fat sometimes...

IDK. It's just odd. If you guys were having a great time and things were heating up, she had no reason to leave you hanging, (no pun intended... ok, maybe a little. Heh.).

Right? She's just ****ing with me. Killing me more and more each day until I crack and kill her.

"Till Death Do We Part"

I listen.

"Now you can't see the wheels spinning in Enos's head 'cause they're so tiny. But they're really humming.'

" Now, about this time Boss Hogg was having a county budget meeting with Rosco and Enos, who couldn't count a dozen eggs without taking off thier shoes."

"And Daisy set off to serve breakfast at the Boars Nest, hard, greasy cookies. Try not to miss it if you can"

"Man, I'll tell you, the day they passed gout good luck, Old Bo and Luke must've been fishing."

"In fact if the Dukes quite driving old Cooter would have to go back to the chicken farm."

"I tell you being an entrepereneur is a heavy responsibility. Learning that word wasnt to easy either."

Dude, ... yuck!

STFU Vienna Sausage Dick! :cuss:

Damn! Gonzo has me beat by 1/2 inch! :cuss: