Monday, November 14, 2005
Someone mishandled my cock
Editor's Note: I had to fix this and move the rooster to the left, to keep it from "looking off the page." (Newspaperman's peeve). -- ER
A ceramic Rebel fightin' cock similar to this here one lives on my desk at work with a small redneck menagerie of other faux livestock.
Over the weekend, somebody knocked him off his perch. He landed on his head and is now missin' that red thing on top of his head, the name of which escapes me (not the wattle, which is on the chin) and some tail feathers.
A travesty has hit the ER workplace, to say the least. The Farm Bureau Reward Committee will be gettin' a call.
--ER
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Now dang it, Rem, read about that party last Saturday night! I get points for being there. But then I probably lose points for leavin' before things got REALLY interesting. I'll bet it's a wash, huh?
SIGH.
--ER
SIGH.
--ER
I just FORGOT. Geez! A contextual memory lapse. Sittin' in a dadgum eighth-floor office don't persactly help.
Just call me "E" today.
--E
Just call me "E" today.
--E
An "E" probably knows that it's a comb! ;)
I find it hard to believe that you remembered wattle but not comb--good grief. I hope you're going home for one or more of the holidays. You need a fresh infusion of "R." :)
I find it hard to believe that you remembered wattle but not comb--good grief. I hope you're going home for one or more of the holidays. You need a fresh infusion of "R." :)
# posted by 
: 3:15 PM
: 3:15 PM
I shoulda knowed not to start down this road ...
Where the heck is Teditor? He's always wantin' fun stuff, not serious stuff!
--E
Where the heck is Teditor? He's always wantin' fun stuff, not serious stuff!
--E
I've been too busy trying to get off the floor after readin' someone mishandled your cock.
That and I had business to tend to this afternoon.
But I read it, though, and giggled through both meetin's. I often think of your cock, ER. That and the cups that you had laying around your cock that were filled with all sorts of nasty fluid, then hardened.
Of course, I used to sit a little too close to your cock, and it was always in my line of site. Not always a good thing.
:-)
That and I had business to tend to this afternoon.
But I read it, though, and giggled through both meetin's. I often think of your cock, ER. That and the cups that you had laying around your cock that were filled with all sorts of nasty fluid, then hardened.
Of course, I used to sit a little too close to your cock, and it was always in my line of site. Not always a good thing.
:-)
This is gettin' way out of hand.
So to speak! Har har har! (slappin' knee).
Man, there is NOTHIN' like givin' yer inner fifth-grade boy free rein for somethin' like this.
--ER
So to speak! Har har har! (slappin' knee).
Man, there is NOTHIN' like givin' yer inner fifth-grade boy free rein for somethin' like this.
--ER
I'm betting my bottom dollar that it was the boys who play with their balls in the office who were responsible for the demise of your cock. Seriously. I bet they are looking particularly guilty today.
Then again, that hardly narrows the list, does it?
Then again, that hardly narrows the list, does it?
You may go a 100+ post just on this subject.
You know when I leave work I take mine with me. In fact I pretty much keep it with me all the time come to think of it.
Some redneck data for you:
The comb is a very vascular area. The red color is actually the blood in the comb. If you press the comb between your fingers you will come away with blood on your hand.
Mosquitos, when they bite the comb, also leave a little blood spot that dries into a little black scab or crumb of dried blood.
I recently saw a recipe for "cock's comb" and I mean combs of rooster and not the flower. Someone evidently had the idea to cut off the comb and fry it. It might be pretty good but I'm not quite ready for it. Maybe that's what happened to yours.
Deep Fired Cocks Comb, with eggs and grits. That might have a market.
You know when I leave work I take mine with me. In fact I pretty much keep it with me all the time come to think of it.
Some redneck data for you:
The comb is a very vascular area. The red color is actually the blood in the comb. If you press the comb between your fingers you will come away with blood on your hand.
Mosquitos, when they bite the comb, also leave a little blood spot that dries into a little black scab or crumb of dried blood.
I recently saw a recipe for "cock's comb" and I mean combs of rooster and not the flower. Someone evidently had the idea to cut off the comb and fry it. It might be pretty good but I'm not quite ready for it. Maybe that's what happened to yours.
Deep Fired Cocks Comb, with eggs and grits. That might have a market.
# posted by : 6:22 PM
: 6:22 PM
Drlocojo, you make a bad joke, my grandmother has been frying Cock's Comb for many years. It is one of her old country especialties.
Fritto Misto alla Villeroy
Ingredients: Cocks' combs, calf's brains, sweetbread, stock,
truffles, mushrooms, Villeroy, eggs, bread crumbs.
Cook some big cocks' combs, bits of calf s brains, and sweetbread
in good stock, then drain them and marinate them slightly in lemon
juice and herbs. Prepare a Villeroy (Ingredients: Butter, flour, eggs, cream, nutmeg, white stock.), and add to it
cuttings of sweetbread, brains, truffles, mushrooms, &c. When it
is cold, mask the cocks' combs and other ingredients with it, egg
and bread-crumb them, and fry them a golden brown.
It is really good stuff. I look forward to a plate of it in just a week or so.
Fritto Misto alla Villeroy
Ingredients: Cocks' combs, calf's brains, sweetbread, stock,
truffles, mushrooms, Villeroy, eggs, bread crumbs.
Cook some big cocks' combs, bits of calf s brains, and sweetbread
in good stock, then drain them and marinate them slightly in lemon
juice and herbs. Prepare a Villeroy (Ingredients: Butter, flour, eggs, cream, nutmeg, white stock.), and add to it
cuttings of sweetbread, brains, truffles, mushrooms, &c. When it
is cold, mask the cocks' combs and other ingredients with it, egg
and bread-crumb them, and fry them a golden brown.
It is really good stuff. I look forward to a plate of it in just a week or so.
# posted by : 6:42 PM
: 6:42 PM
Well, I'll be. Fried cock comb is one form of vittle I had never heard of. I will try anything that doedn't crawl off the plate at least once, (except baby octopus), ser ve me up a plate.
Is it anythuing like suckin' the marrow out of a ham staek bone?
--E
Is it anythuing like suckin' the marrow out of a ham staek bone?
--E
Actually, I have two cocks.
Let's let that settle in a minute.
On my desk at eork I have two cocoks: a faux stuffed one picked up in tyhe Missouri Ozarks several years ago, just about life size for a banty, and the smaller, now sadly disfigured ceramic, Rebel flag-draped cock that is the subject of this post.
Come tot hink of it, sine they both are gamecocks, they prolly just tore the hell into each other in the middle of the night, that bein' what fightin' cocks do: fight.
--E
(When can I have my "R" back?!?)
Let's let that settle in a minute.
On my desk at eork I have two cocoks: a faux stuffed one picked up in tyhe Missouri Ozarks several years ago, just about life size for a banty, and the smaller, now sadly disfigured ceramic, Rebel flag-draped cock that is the subject of this post.
Come tot hink of it, sine they both are gamecocks, they prolly just tore the hell into each other in the middle of the night, that bein' what fightin' cocks do: fight.
--E
(When can I have my "R" back?!?)
ER, your cock always looked like it was ready to stand up and defend itself against all comers.
It seemed to have a certain sturdiness to it, and I reckon if it was a real cock, it would've even spit when it got all excited.
Just be careful how you touch it. You rub it the wrong way, it'll just go limp.
It seemed to have a certain sturdiness to it, and I reckon if it was a real cock, it would've even spit when it got all excited.
Just be careful how you touch it. You rub it the wrong way, it'll just go limp.
LOLOLOLOL. Holy chicken litter!
Dang it. This has got me wantin' a big bowl of menudo, for some reason. A little cock comb on the side, too, for experimentin' see.
--E
Dang it. This has got me wantin' a big bowl of menudo, for some reason. A little cock comb on the side, too, for experimentin' see.
--E
What kinda place are y'all runnin' over there?
All this talk about eatin' cock...
Never figured you for the type, ER.
I don't know what to think...
All this talk about eatin' cock...
Never figured you for the type, ER.
I don't know what to think...
Tug, I think we've got a cock ring going on around here. As ER well knows, when your mouth's full of cock, it's hard to think of anything else.
Puts a lump in the back of your throat.
It's really hard to swallow.
:-)
Puts a lump in the back of your throat.
It's really hard to swallow.
:-)
Now, c'mon ER. My SON eats baby octopus. I'm not kidding you.
And that fritto misto recipe sounds really good, actually.
And that fritto misto recipe sounds really good, actually.
But baby ocopi look so ... cute and helpless! Dang hard for me to eat a whole critter, no matter what critter it is.
--E ... R?
--E ... R?
Tug, I, too, am a breast man, though it doesn't matter the size. I like 'em all.
Though I will say I prefer KFC's over Popeye's. Means I like 'em a little bigger, I guess.
:-)
Though I will say I prefer KFC's over Popeye's. Means I like 'em a little bigger, I guess.
:-)
Oh, now, KFC and Popeyes?
I'm not even a Southerner, and my breasts are better than either of theirs.
I'm not even a Southerner, and my breasts are better than either of theirs.
Sorry, B. I'd like to give yours a try sometime, or at least a view.
I know, I know, my mind's done run a fowl. :-)
I know, I know, my mind's done run a fowl. :-)
Reminds me of an old John Wayne movie. A rather buxom 'lady' asked was holding a platter full of fried chicken. As she bends over, showing ample cleavage, she asks, "Would you like a breast . . .or a thigh". Ah, the classics. I think of that scene every time fried chicken enters a conversation.
Taint's good. And ... can be double the pleasure if'n you like. :-)
Sorry, ER. Couldn't resist chimin' in there.
Sorry, ER. Couldn't resist chimin' in there.
ER, natural seasonin' is nice, but if you get a nice buzz going beforehand, the meat's a little more receptive.
:-)
:-)
Wait a second, I thought *I* was supposed to be the pre-verted liberal elite around here, and y'all the upstanding Christian gentlemen. What's going on?
Bitchphd, the breasts you get at home are always better than any you might buy on the street...
Love that home cookin'!!
Love that home cookin'!!
Wait. We're talkin' about roosters. Aint we? ;-)
--ER
(Ear bein' twisted ... "Really Mama! We were bein' good! ...)
--ER
(Ear bein' twisted ... "Really Mama! We were bein' good! ...)
Yes, but for a Yankee gal to brag about her breasts in the presence of Southerners takes some serious big ones.
(Dear god, what have we started here?)
(Dear god, what have we started here?)
On the other hand, I'll admit that being halfway through grading a stack of subliterate freshman essays, if anyone were to show up with a pile of fried chicken right about now, I'd be just, well, *enormously* grateful.
What do ya'll think - should two grease fires, which may or may not have been my fault, that occurred during the frying of chicken be automatic grounds for having my frying priviliges revoked? Only one of the fires could be categorized as major.
Depends. Do you make good fried chicken? If so, then they oughta be grounds for you being more careful. If not, then, yes.
Well, then, no. One major fire and one minor fire are not enough for you to have your fryin' privileges yanked, so to speak.
--ER
--ER
I'm guessin' B's preference is meat, just like Tug's preference is a big hunk o' breast meat and mine's just breast ... a la carte.
Tug, battered woman? Have to admit the fifth-grader in me giggled. Flour, seasonings with a certain twang. But ...
B being "enormously" grateful just gets the mind a wonderin'. :-)
Tug, battered woman? Have to admit the fifth-grader in me giggled. Flour, seasonings with a certain twang. But ...
B being "enormously" grateful just gets the mind a wonderin'. :-)
That's what I argued, too! Some people just can't be reasonable. Something about the new stove isn't as nice and I never replaced the countertop 'tween the fridge and stove. It adds character to an otherwise dull kitchen.
Fryin' talk from ER, the man who hath tried to remove his own digits?
For shame.
Remember, Rem, the finger you save ignoring ER might be yer own.
For shame.
Remember, Rem, the finger you save ignoring ER might be yer own.
Now, breasts ON a cart ain''t bad. I hear. I mean, like on a cart behind a tractor on a hay ride.
--ER
--ER
B, men don't rightly care what breasts are attached to these days. Heck, give us breasts, we'd never leave home
OK, if we had human female-style breasts, we'd never leave home. You think we play with our crotches now, just think what we'd do with boobies.
Yeah, but it wouldn't be as much fun. :-)
Of course, my girlfriend often wonders how it so happens that when I put my arm around her, my hand rests upon her breasts.
Just a freaky accident, I say with a sheepish grin.
Of course, my girlfriend often wonders how it so happens that when I put my arm around her, my hand rests upon her breasts.
Just a freaky accident, I say with a sheepish grin.
I gfuess I DID start this.
Itr could say something deep and meaningful about my psyche. But I doubt it. Might have more to do with the fact that I MISSED a naturally occuring wet T-shirt contest (see previous post) than anything!
Damn age! Damn creeping sensibility!
--ER
Itr could say something deep and meaningful about my psyche. But I doubt it. Might have more to do with the fact that I MISSED a naturally occuring wet T-shirt contest (see previous post) than anything!
Damn age! Damn creeping sensibility!
--ER
I guess that explains why when I hear someone called an incompetent boob, I get a little excited.
:-)
:-)
AAAAGH!! I'm TELLING on ALL of you! What's Mama E.R.'s number?
Shame on y'all!! I go away for a few hours and when I return the nasty little boys have run rampant!
Shame on y'all!! I go away for a few hours and when I return the nasty little boys have run rampant!
Look, ain't nothin' wrong with handlin' things yerself. Much of my lovelife was just that.
But I have to agree with B, that it's much better when someone handles it fer ya. 'Specially if they know what they're doin'. :-)
But I have to agree with B, that it's much better when someone handles it fer ya. 'Specially if they know what they're doin'. :-)
I'm guessing, Trix, you and I are in the same boat. I'm doin' about anything to pay the bills, and I mean anything. :-)
I tell you what - kids are better at guarding hens than any shotgun-toting farmer and dog combo I've ever heard of. I haven't gotten through the henhouse door in weeks now. Thought I'd make it in tonight. Got through the first line of defenses, but dang-it if I wasn't caught 'fore the cock crowed.
So to speak.
So to speak.
Well, REM, I don't have any kids yet, but the wife wants one, so...That ain't a problem...so to speak...
ER, see I told you you could go over a 100 postings with this subject alone.
By the way two cock man, if you put little boxing gloves on their spurs like out legislature thought about requiring, the the stuffed cock might not have broken the crock cock.
By the way two cock man, if you put little boxing gloves on their spurs like out legislature thought about requiring, the the stuffed cock might not have broken the crock cock.
# posted by : 10:52 PM
: 10:52 PM
No Tug they just outlawed Cocks in Oklahoma all together. Cock fighting that is.
# posted by : 10:59 PM
: 10:59 PM
Tug, if'n you pay proper respects to ER, I reckon he could show you a good place to see a lot of cock.
Fights.
Fights.
OH NO!! No no no no no, I am NOT anywhere close to Teditor. Don't EVEN be dragging me into this!
Yeah, that cockfighting law... How many trees from southeastern Oklahoma had to be chopped down for the paper wasted writing that law? Shoot, chop down enough trees and all those little cock houses will be visible from the roads. Doesn't seem very sporting.
Yeah, that cockfighting law... How many trees from southeastern Oklahoma had to be chopped down for the paper wasted writing that law? Shoot, chop down enough trees and all those little cock houses will be visible from the roads. Doesn't seem very sporting.
I'm here. I'm checking the phone book for Mama E.R.'s phone number. I'm sure I must have it somewhere... Well, maybe not.
LOL. All I'll say is that I've never heard a single complaint, and I have heard a lot of compliments.
Now, Tug. Trix ain't never graced my palace. We're jist friends.
'Sides, she lives four hours away from me right now, and my honey's fast asleep in the other room, where I shall be retirin' to soon as I quit gigglin' at this here site.
I'd try to wake 'er up fer some lovin', but she don't like coital communication when Aunt Flo's visitin'.
I'll wait.
'Sides, she lives four hours away from me right now, and my honey's fast asleep in the other room, where I shall be retirin' to soon as I quit gigglin' at this here site.
I'd try to wake 'er up fer some lovin', but she don't like coital communication when Aunt Flo's visitin'.
I'll wait.
B, I guess I'll let my imagination do the walkin', so to speak. It did me right fine when I was 16, so I reckon it'll work now.
:-)
:-)
TMI Teditor!! AAAUGH!!
And I guess you fergot about the time I delivered a pot roast and cake to you.
And I guess you fergot about the time I delivered a pot roast and cake to you.
I'm tellin' y'all, a li'l sea sponge will take care of that "Aunt Flo" problem. Or heck, lay a towel down and go at it. Just more lubrication, is all.
Trix, that was to my livin' room, not the palace. Sheesh!
Ya gotta know where the KING resides, dear.
Ya gotta know where the KING resides, dear.
Actually I think I just met your dad in the parking lot; my memory is fuzzy on that point. But no, I won't be seeing your throne in this lifetime, I promise you that.
OK, I have a "long," "hard" day tomorow, so I am off. Y'all have fun. Just try to keep it PG-13, 'k?
:-)
--ER
:-)
--ER
B, I'm all for menstration love. Hey, we have showers for a reason. As you say, more lubrication, and truthfully, it's the safest time of the month for those birth-control purposes.
But she doesn't care for it. We've done it, mind you, but the few days of waitin' makes Day 6 that much more memorable, so it's OK with me.
Though, Day 5's today, so there's probably your answer as to why Teditor's writin' a little frisky tonight. When you're used to once or twice a day, five days without tends to ... uh ... cause a hormonal imbalance. :-)
Yeah, Trix, I know. TMI. Deal with it. :-)
But she doesn't care for it. We've done it, mind you, but the few days of waitin' makes Day 6 that much more memorable, so it's OK with me.
Though, Day 5's today, so there's probably your answer as to why Teditor's writin' a little frisky tonight. When you're used to once or twice a day, five days without tends to ... uh ... cause a hormonal imbalance. :-)
Yeah, Trix, I know. TMI. Deal with it. :-)
How am I gonna look? I'm gonna look like a woman who gouged her eyes out, of course!! AAAAGH!
Now I must cut off my ears as well.
Now I must cut off my ears as well.
Ya know, Trix, I think you're right. You called with food from the parking lot while I was out after knee surgery, but you were in a hurry. So my dad met you in the parking lot.
So, Tug, don't get the wrong idea. You must recall, Trixie was probably graduatin' college when I was bein' born. :-)
Smile, Trix, I know better. Jist razzin' ya.
And as fer you not seeing my palace in this lifetime ... WHEW! :-)
Of course, I've made it this many years and have the love of my life in my life, so I'm OK with that. Really.
:-)
So, Tug, don't get the wrong idea. You must recall, Trixie was probably graduatin' college when I was bein' born. :-)
Smile, Trix, I know better. Jist razzin' ya.
And as fer you not seeing my palace in this lifetime ... WHEW! :-)
Of course, I've made it this many years and have the love of my life in my life, so I'm OK with that. Really.
:-)
Yeah, I think I'm gonna turn in as well.
I tried to write a funny post myself tonight...
Couldn't hold a candle to what was goin' on over here, though...
This was fun!
We found something we could agree on...
We all like chicken!
(So to speak...)
I tried to write a funny post myself tonight...
Couldn't hold a candle to what was goin' on over here, though...
This was fun!
We found something we could agree on...
We all like chicken!
(So to speak...)
And those who DON'T know, Teditor and I have a long, long history of dishing out sh*t to each other like this. There is no history other than that, so don't read too much into it.
B, not married yet. Been datin' each other about eight months, havin' coital communication about seven. And even then, we lived four hours apart until recently, which is why it's been once or twice a day.
Truth be told, that'll slow down pretty soon, I reckon.
Damn old age.
Truth be told, that'll slow down pretty soon, I reckon.
Damn old age.
Y'all are a BAD INFLUENCE. I have ten more papers to grade, so I'm gonna knock it off too and get that done. I'm too old to keep staying up 'til 3 am all the damn time.
Ewww. Is this stuff goin' into the POTUS Teditor Memorial Library at the end of his term?
# posted by : 12:48 PM
: 12:48 PM
OK, Rich, you get mucho kudos fer that'n.
Buford T. Justice: "There ain't no way, NO WAY, you coulda come from my loins." "When we get home, Junior, I'm gonna slap yo mamma in the mouth."
Buford T. Justice: "There ain't no way, NO WAY, you coulda come from my loins." "When we get home, Junior, I'm gonna slap yo mamma in the mouth."
Holy 3.2 Coors, Teditor!
As redneck as I am, and aspire to, even I never quoted Buford T. Justice in this here blogspace.
I b'lieve yer neck is actually redder'n mine.
As redneck as I am, and aspire to, even I never quoted Buford T. Justice in this here blogspace.
I b'lieve yer neck is actually redder'n mine.
I cain't hep it, ER. I hear the word "loins", and that quote rings in my head.
At one time, I coulda quoted almost every line from the original movie. That and Urban Cowboy. Yep, sad, I know.
Anyway, nuff of that. Let's get back to cocks and breasts. I ain't had chicken in a number of days. :-)
At one time, I coulda quoted almost every line from the original movie. That and Urban Cowboy. Yep, sad, I know.
Anyway, nuff of that. Let's get back to cocks and breasts. I ain't had chicken in a number of days. :-)
Well, crap. I was 16 when "Urban Cowboy" came out. I didn't know it was a movie. I thought it was a gubment propaganda film, and bein' FOR the gubment, without question back then, I lapped it up!
By the way, you know the town that "Bud" was supposed to be from?
Spur, Texas.
It's about 20 miles south of the road between Wichita Falls and Lubbock, a little ways past halfway between the two (turn douth at Dickens) if yer startin' out at WF.
Been there a few times. I b'lieve I'da high-tailed it down to Houston and Gilley's my own self.
By the way, you know the town that "Bud" was supposed to be from?
Spur, Texas.
It's about 20 miles south of the road between Wichita Falls and Lubbock, a little ways past halfway between the two (turn douth at Dickens) if yer startin' out at WF.
Been there a few times. I b'lieve I'da high-tailed it down to Houston and Gilley's my own self.
For the life of me, I can't figure out what ol' Bud saw in Sissy. I'd have taken Pam any ol' day. At least, I think her name was Pam. Any of ya'll ever use that line Bud gave her on their first 'date', "When are you gonna take me home and rape me?" Not my style, but I thought I'd throw it out there. Ya'll are a pretty eclectic bunch.
"You a real cowboy?"
"That depends on what you think a real cowboy is."
"You know how to two-step?"
"Yep."
"Ya wanna?"
"Yep."
And so begins the love affair between Bud and Sissy.
"That depends on what you think a real cowboy is."
"You know how to two-step?"
"Yep."
"Ya wanna?"
"Yep."
And so begins the love affair between Bud and Sissy.
Pam? No way. She was a cowho. Sissy was someone to take home to Mama. ... and her sexy ride on that buckin' machine is STILL burned into my mind lo these many years later.
ER (or should I say ThePress - I'm confused),
I have to disagree. Pam was hot. She may have been a little easy, but she was no whore. She seemed to be truly committed to Bud. Not to be too corny, but she loved him enough to set him free.
Sissy was pure white trash. I'd have been too scared of what she might say or do to take her home to Mama. Pam had some class.
Several strikes against Sissy - she couldn't keep house (Bud's aunt said, "Ya'll live like pigs"), she wouldn't listen to Bud (he told her he didn't want her riding the mechanical bull - this led to their separation), and if you'll recall - Sissy was pretty durn easy herself - ol' Wes didn't have to work to hard to get her into bed (neither did Bud).
Add it all up and Pam was the clear-cut choice.
I have to disagree. Pam was hot. She may have been a little easy, but she was no whore. She seemed to be truly committed to Bud. Not to be too corny, but she loved him enough to set him free.
Sissy was pure white trash. I'd have been too scared of what she might say or do to take her home to Mama. Pam had some class.
Several strikes against Sissy - she couldn't keep house (Bud's aunt said, "Ya'll live like pigs"), she wouldn't listen to Bud (he told her he didn't want her riding the mechanical bull - this led to their separation), and if you'll recall - Sissy was pretty durn easy herself - ol' Wes didn't have to work to hard to get her into bed (neither did Bud).
Add it all up and Pam was the clear-cut choice.
Now, I didn't say Pam was a whore. I said she was a ho -- a "cowho," to be exact. She wanted a cowboy to ride, and she found one in Bud.
Sissy was in love with Bud. Pure trailer park, but gen-yoo-ine love. That's why she actred out the way she did. She hooked up with Wes out of spite.
As for not doin' as Bud wanted -- it wadn't none of Bud's business whether she rode the dang machine or not. He didn't own her.
I like wimmin a little wild, even with a little "po white" in 'em. I distinctly do not like shallow people, men or wimmin. And Pam was shallow. Admitted as much herself, seems like.
I'd take a Sissy over a Pam any day.
(I LOVE that we have stumbled into a serious discussion of the characters in this movie.)
((Call me ER. That was the whole point of me dropping ThePress as a handle. Teditor: Enough with the confuising of the matters.))
Sissy was in love with Bud. Pure trailer park, but gen-yoo-ine love. That's why she actred out the way she did. She hooked up with Wes out of spite.
As for not doin' as Bud wanted -- it wadn't none of Bud's business whether she rode the dang machine or not. He didn't own her.
I like wimmin a little wild, even with a little "po white" in 'em. I distinctly do not like shallow people, men or wimmin. And Pam was shallow. Admitted as much herself, seems like.
I'd take a Sissy over a Pam any day.
(I LOVE that we have stumbled into a serious discussion of the characters in this movie.)
((Call me ER. That was the whole point of me dropping ThePress as a handle. Teditor: Enough with the confuising of the matters.))
Hey, I understand about the name - 'twas a poor attempt at a joke.
I guess I'm from the old school (Dr. B would call me a mysigionist (or something)) - "To honor and obey". That Sissy couldn't obey.
Pam. She had class, she knew her place, she was hot, and she had money. Had Bud stayed with her, he'd have had his ranch in no time. She may have been a little shallow, but everyone has their flaws.
I guess I'm from the old school (Dr. B would call me a mysigionist (or something)) - "To honor and obey". That Sissy couldn't obey.
Pam. She had class, she knew her place, she was hot, and she had money. Had Bud stayed with her, he'd have had his ranch in no time. She may have been a little shallow, but everyone has their flaws.
Rem, sorry if I was the confusin' one, as ER says. Truth be told, someone was actually rankled by ThePress handle. I find it extremely idiotic that the person be rankled by that when EVERYTHING around here says ER. Sheesh!
So I was making a point.
As for Pam, she didn't love Bud. She just wanted a real cowboy. She loved the idea of bein' with a cowboy, that's all she loved.
What that love story eventually showed was that despite the dirty trailer house and the spats they had over little shit, love prevailed betwix Bud and Sissy. Of course, it helped that he knocked ol' Wes' robbin' ass out to give us that fantastic "good guy" image of someone that'd had pretty much been a sexist hick.
I say if a man wants a clean house, grab a mob, a dust rag, the vaccuum and some windex and go to cleanin'. I betcha to keep that bull-ridin' lover goin', ol' Bud did his share of dish washin'.
And for those of you men who don't do much help in house cleanin', then bitch about not gettin' enough lovin' in the bedroom, well, the two go hand in hand. I do my fair share of house cleanin', and I get rewarded in the bedroom.
OH, yeah, speakin' of chickens, anybody got some good stories? :-)
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So I was making a point.
As for Pam, she didn't love Bud. She just wanted a real cowboy. She loved the idea of bein' with a cowboy, that's all she loved.
What that love story eventually showed was that despite the dirty trailer house and the spats they had over little shit, love prevailed betwix Bud and Sissy. Of course, it helped that he knocked ol' Wes' robbin' ass out to give us that fantastic "good guy" image of someone that'd had pretty much been a sexist hick.
I say if a man wants a clean house, grab a mob, a dust rag, the vaccuum and some windex and go to cleanin'. I betcha to keep that bull-ridin' lover goin', ol' Bud did his share of dish washin'.
And for those of you men who don't do much help in house cleanin', then bitch about not gettin' enough lovin' in the bedroom, well, the two go hand in hand. I do my fair share of house cleanin', and I get rewarded in the bedroom.
OH, yeah, speakin' of chickens, anybody got some good stories? :-)
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