Saturday, December 20, 2008


Bad dope and a big dog up in Slab Holler

Y'all ever get to thinkin' I don't come by my redneckery honest, here's a story about the law findin' a meth lab guarded by a big dog up in Slab Holler, which is couple of miles due north of where I grew up.

Count me among the few souls on this planet who can truthfully say, "I used to date a gal from Slab Holler."


Well Rudy, you probably is the only one that can say that, but I used to date a gal that had a bad dope problem that made'r mean as a big black lab dog and she'd holler at you if you messed with'r whiles she wuz eatin a slab of cured bacon
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