"COME ON ELWOOD! SQUEAL LIKE A PIG!!!!"
- - I'll just play the banjo from behind the set wing wall, if no one objects...
Actually, that reminds me of a fishing trip I took when I was living in Sacramento. Two guys (one from Sacto and one from the quaint little mountain town of Cool) invited me to go on a fishing trip to the mountains, and when we were driving back, we were coming through the little redneck hamlet of Georgetown on Hwy 193 when we had to stop for a farmer who was manuevering a fairly large tractor-like device through an intersection.
The Sacramento guy looked out his window, and saw a young pig, obviously frightened by the large machine, squirming to get back under the fence to safety, it's little pink butt wriggling in the late afternoon sunshine. He says (obviously we'd been away from female companionship for over a week) "that little pink booty reminds me of my next door neighbor. I see her sometimes, working in her garden. Man I wish that was her nekkid butt.
Sophisticate that I am, I offered to improve the fantasy: "As long as we're fantasizing, I'd really like to see Demi Moore's bare bodkin so close at hand, her head and shoulders pinioned under the fence like that..."
The mountain boy from Cool let out a laugh. "Y'all slay me," he said. "Like there's any possibility that Bill's neighbor would be crawling under a fence, buck nekkid, out here in the middle of nowhere, much less a big-time star like Demi Moore. You guys are dorks..."
"You're right, of course," I started to agree, but he wasn't finished...
"Shoot," he continued, "I just wish it was dark."
Cousin Elwood - Team Over-the-hill Racing
Brought to you by the good folks at Metamucil and Geritol...
- - I'll just play the banjo from behind the set wing wall, if no one objects...
Actually, that reminds me of a fishing trip I took when I was living in Sacramento. Two guys (one from Sacto and one from the quaint little mountain town of Cool) invited me to go on a fishing trip to the mountains, and when we were driving back, we were coming through the little redneck hamlet of Georgetown on Hwy 193 when we had to stop for a farmer who was manuevering a fairly large tractor-like device through an intersection.
The Sacramento guy looked out his window, and saw a young pig, obviously frightened by the large machine, squirming to get back under the fence to safety, it's little pink butt wriggling in the late afternoon sunshine. He says (obviously we'd been away from female companionship for over a week) "that little pink booty reminds me of my next door neighbor. I see her sometimes, working in her garden. Man I wish that was her nekkid butt.
Sophisticate that I am, I offered to improve the fantasy: "As long as we're fantasizing, I'd really like to see Demi Moore's bare bodkin so close at hand, her head and shoulders pinioned under the fence like that..."
The mountain boy from Cool let out a laugh. "Y'all slay me," he said. "Like there's any possibility that Bill's neighbor would be crawling under a fence, buck nekkid, out here in the middle of nowhere, much less a big-time star like Demi Moore. You guys are dorks..."
"You're right, of course," I started to agree, but he wasn't finished...
"Shoot," he continued, "I just wish it was dark."
Cousin Elwood - Team Over-the-hill Racing
Brought to you by the good folks at Metamucil and Geritol...