Grow up! I live in the South, and the joke was not only funny, but had some
truth in it! Your only proving the point!
Marcus
> Your dam joke about us southerners isn't dam funny. Guys
> have gotten their lights put out for far less in these parts.
>
> At 02:50 PM 9/17/2001 -0500, you wrote:
> >Here's one for yore sweetheart:
> >
> >REDNECK LOVE POEM
> >
> >
> >Collards is green, my dog's name is Blue
> >and I'm so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.
> >
> >Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flapping in the breeze.
> >Softer than Blue's and without all them fleas.
> >
> >You move like the bass, which excite me in May.
> >You ain't got no scales but I luv you anyway.
> >
> >Yo're as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan.
> >Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of the can.
> >
> >You have some'a yore teeth, for which I am proud;
> >I hold my head high when we're in a crowd.
> >
> >On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms,
> >well, I'm in hawg heaven, and awed by yore charms.
> >
> >Still them fellers at work, they all want to know,
> >what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.
> >
> >Like a good roll of duct tape yo're there fer yore man,
> >to patch up life's troubles and fix what you can.
> >
> >Yo're as cute as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead.
> >You ain't mean like those far ants I found in my bed.
> >
> >Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt,
> >you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt .
> >
> >When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack,
> >my life is complete; Ain't nuttin' I lack.
> >
> >Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank,
> >we go together like a skunk goes with stank.
> >
> >Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine's Day;
> >They git it at Wal-Mart, it's more romantic that way.
> >
> >Some men git roses on that oh-so-special day
> >from the cooler at Kroger. "That's impressive," I say.
> >
> >Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth.
> >"Diamonds are forever," they explain all suave and couth.
> >
> >But for this man, honey, these won't do.
> >Cause yor'e too special, you sweet thang you.
> >
> >I got you a gift, without taste nor odor,
> >more useful than diamonds... IT'S A NEW TROLL'N MOTOR!!
> >
>
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