Evidently, the average American television viewer is enthralled by all things Redneck. The satellite airwaves are filled with reality shows of southern folks wrestlin’ gators, whittling duck calls, and surviving months in the wilderness on two cans of potted meat, eight ounce of grits, and a fifth of rot-gut whiskey.
Those with necks of other colors (including blue-bloods) are fascinated by the determination, ingenuity, and bathing habits of the simple-minded Redneck. Have you ever wondered why there are no shows featuring Yankees doing dumb stuff? That’s because they lack the creative flair and daredevil attitude to start a sentence with, “Hold my beer while I . . .”
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Bubba got elected to congress on the Aginner ticket, vowing to oppose any legislation involving change.
Celeste came to Washington in pursuit of wealth. She was young, beautiful, educated, and most of all—willing. Her part-time job at the Union Station gift shop paid only a pittance, but provided exposure to potential Sugar Daddies.
Two bites into his Cowboy Burger, Bubba saw a young woman clutch her throat, gasping for air. He rushed over and applied the famous hind-lick maneuver. An olive shot from the throat of the startled girl.
It was a life changing event for both of them.
With college football season starting this weekend you’ll need plenty of food.
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