Up here in God’s country we don’t go to no dad-blamed, fancy nancy Meijer store for our candy corn. Hell, no! We drive our trucks to the top of the Devil’s Mountain of Screaming Insanity and Painful Death; then we hike fifty seven miles through the Unholy Swamp, cross the Bridge of Savage Disembowelment into the Forbidden Plains of Lugubrious Misery, and then, and only then, after proving our strength and manly worth, do we allow our Mommies to give us the candy corn THEY got at Meijer
You city boys make me sick!
Up here in God’s country we don’t go to no dad-blamed, fancy nancy Meijer store for our candy corn. Hell, no! We drive our trucks to the top of the Devil’s Mountain of Screaming Insanity and Painful Death; then we hike fifty seven miles through the Unholy Swamp, cross the Bridge of Savage Disembowelment into the Forbidden Plains of Lugubrious Misery, and then, and only then, after proving our strength and manly worth, do we allow our Mommies to give us the candy corn THEY got at Meijer
I enjoyed this immensely.
Yes, that comment totally deserves a “what the f did I just read” (but in a good way!)
I read it out loud twice, thanks
Thanks, I try