Because there's nothing more slapstick than a
good story containing rednecks, beer, modular housing, tow trucks, and self-inflicted gunshot wounds... (If the tow truck had been dragging the protagonist's ex-girlfriend's primered '78 Camaro the whole time, the story would actually be the Platonic Ideal of Country-Western song material.)
I was drunk the day my momma got out of prison,
ReplyDeleteAnd I went to pick her up in the raaaaain,
But before I could get to the station in my pick 'em up truck,
She got runned over by a gol-durned traaaaaaaaaaaaain.
I imagine at the local tavern he'll be getting drinks free for some time just recounting the story from his viewpoint.
ReplyDeleteYe gods. Yet again a reminder of why I adhere strictly to the "No guns if I've touched alcohol" rule.
ReplyDeleteBryanP
I've seen better myself. And the CORTRECT ORIGINAL lyrics are,
ReplyDelete"Since the dog got drunk and died,
and mama went to prison,
there aint nothing round this farm that's been the same.
And when mama broke out last Christmas
she drove a God damned getaway laundry truck
right into a train".
And don't forget the 2H20 and the graphite compounds, along with your nitrocellulose in the formulations of smokeless powder. I'll even throw in the aldehydes, esters, and keytones in the ethanol for free!
ReplyDeleteLady Tam, consider yourself invested with the white plastic pocket protector and the circular slide rule of a proper Geekette.