I'll get the truck keys My shot gun is in the rack Let's go spot some deer
Sadly, this was what parties deteriorated to often when I was growing up in a deer-heavy part of NJ. I never went out in the truck, but would eat what was gotten. One time, a cop showed up at a party which some guys had left to go spotting, and returned with a deer which was hanging around back. The cop lined everyone up and looked for bloody hands! Lancaster tobacco the cadillac of all chew no stems, only leaf My friend drove his truck Right across a frozen lake And cashed through a fence This is why I don't live where I grew up! Catfish on my line While picking on my banjo What do I do now?!?! On Mar 31, 2009, at 9:15 AM, [email protected] wrote: > > Tater, > > The best laugh I have had in a while.... > > Growing up in a small, northern Alabama white trash town gives some > of these special meaning for me! > > Nelson > > > On Tue 03/31/09 8:40 AM , mistertaterbug [email protected] > sent: >> >> Just got this yesterday from Joe Newberry's desk. If you folks are >> into Japanese Haiku poetry, it may be of interest. Of course, these >> have a more southern flair... >> >> Taterbug >> >> >> Damn, in that tube-top >> You make me almost forget >> That you're my cousin. >> >> Naked in repose, >> Silvery silhouette girls >> Adorn my mudflaps. >> >> A painful sadness. >> Can't fit big screen TV through >> Double-wide's front door. >> >> In WalMart toy aisle, >> Wailing boy wants wrestling doll. >> Mama whups his ass. >> >> Unemployment's out,. >> Hey, maybe I can get on >> Disability. >> >> Distant siren screams. >> Dumb-ass Verne's been playing with >> Gasoline again. >> >> Flashlights pierce darkness. >> No nightcrawlers to be found. >> Guess we'll gig some frogs. >> >> Joyous, playful, bright >> Trailer park girl rolls in puddle >> Of old motor oil. >> >> Seeking solitude, >> Carl's ex-wife Tammy files for >> Restraining order. >> >> I curse the rainbow >> Emblazoned upon his hood. >> God damn Jeff Gordon. >> >> Tonight we hunger. >> Grandma sent grocery money >> To Jimmy Swaggart. >> >> Set the VCR: >> Dukes of Hazzard Marathon >> At 9 O'Clock. >> >> White noise, buzzing static. >> Call Earl. Satellite dish >> needs new descrambler. >> >> Sixty-five dollars >> And cyclone fence keeps me from >> My El Camino. >> >> In early morning mist, >> Mama searches Circle K for >> Moon Pies and Red Man. >>> >> >> >> > > > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Taterbugmando" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/taterbugmando?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
