Me: “Nice t-shirt, racist.”
Deadbeat Neighbor: “I beg your pardon?”
Me: “You heard me, you lynch-happy moonshine cracker.”
Deadbeat Neighbor: “But I’m not even wearing a shirt—“
Me: “Yeah, yeah, go tell it on a mountain, honky. I ain’t your punk bitch.”
Do I hear banjoes in here ? ‘Cause I could swear I heard banjoes. And pigs squealing. And oh … hey, boy. You got a pretty mouth.
Nice t-shirt, too.
Whenever I hear banjoes, I break out the ol’ crossbow…
Nah, false alarm. It was just my Alison Krauss CD.
Hint: check out the first song on Disc 2.
Geez, when you gotta explain ‘em …