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Well now hey ther Carolyn. I bees thankin
bout ya an wuz wandrin ifin ya mite lack sum hep from yer ole fren,
Crazy Leggs?
I wuz thankin maybe wes needs ta tech dat
man of yurns how ta act! Howz bout we get him out dare in them
woods and take him snipe huntin? We culd get us one of them dare
bats an sted of beaten da sak with it, maybe we autta beat sum
sense inta dat dead beet old fart! How dare him go messin round
with them women! Boy, it jest makes my blood turn green....I mean
he needs ta be taut a good lesson....dont cha thank?
Coarse we needs to be keepin all quiett cuz
infin sumbody dun found aut den we mite jest find Rselves in
prezen fer a lonnng time. Ya nos wat I meens? Now We jest betta
git awl da details figyurned aut fore we do anythang. Mabe i will
blanket up ole Sid an ride em ova to cuzin wayn an c ifin hez got
sum idies... wil let ya no sumthin soone.
buy da way, Kuzzin Wayne dun gon of n marred
sum ole gal frum clear cross da udder sied of Kentuky..magin dat?
She aint much on luker, butt shes got dem
dere bowl leggs and her har looks lack dem chiken been layin eggs
in her har fer weks. whoo whee....but kuzzin Wayne sade she's
shore nos how ta danc an kin cook dem strwbury pies!
one mor thang... I wuz thanin ifin ya hyde
dat licker bottle ya mite keep yur feller hom bit longur but ifin
dat bees the kase den you dun stuk with havin em dare shoutin out
ordurs all da day long. mmm maybe ya shuld owta jest pat hem on da
bakside n send hm on off hez way.
recken i best shut down dis kontraptun n git
bizzy---- [dey tails me ets a kompewter] u mite lik won...its gots
buttuns an a thang kawled a mous. Ill tells ya bout it nuther tim.
byee frum Crazy Leggs
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