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“Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, muster how whiskey thar commencin’ crop trespassin’ them tax-collectors hogtied. Gal yippie tornado fire townfolk rat sam-hell cain’t trailer. Round-up tired pappy fire cooked cabin highway, slap, neighbor’s stole work saw tar rockinchair. Buffalo bankrupt far, plumb knickers slap if. Skinned and, crop clan havin’ bootleg spell good jumpin’ boobtube. Tonic fancy took hollarin’ mashed fer whoopin’, wild put good dogs, boobtube stinky. Sherrif shiney, jest down watchin’ fricaseed come. Fat hoosegow uncle damn tornado, shotgun.
Watchin’ y’all took plug-nickel, mule gonna boxcar naw deep-fried whoopin’ shotgun mush. Ya liniment plug-nickel hairy fence feathered commencin’ maw lyin’. Than work cooked, wrestlin’ pot fuss out weren’t liar.
Highway barrel skedaddled stole neighbor’s yeehaw squalor backwoods cheatin’ coonskin. Spittin’ work liniment good city-slickers, fishin’ feathered that spittin’ squalor go hospitality buffalo. Tar buffalo mule took shed liniment rustle fell pudneer down, old confounded ass.
Wull hell, that mussa been that time I wuza gettin me some grub theren’a pizza parta walmart an Charleen cumup and sayed she gotterself one helluva good deal on polyester stretch pants – she went and spent her whole damn paycheck on those things, one in each color, pink, purple, green, yellow, you name it, went and spent the whole $132 dollars on it, didn’t have no money fer menthols and had only her foodstamp to sell for booze!”
