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Originally Posted by Benz Fan
My Italian-born grandmother would have run over her with her '69 Buick Wildcat...
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Not likely to happen. The car would have quit running and would have refused to move anywhere within sight of her. Which, when you look at objectively, wouldn't be such a bad thing...... for the car.
She's a good ole gal with her kankle tat,
Got rings in her nose and one in her nipple,
Makes a squishy sound from all that fat,
'Cause she eats her grits with butterscotch ripple.
Her hubby's got stains on his Earnhart shirt,
From his 'bacca juice when he misses his can,
Though yuh cain't really tell 'cause of all that dirt,
An' he's just a good old boy, doin' the best he can.
And that there Boo Boo's all honey and charm,
Like some jazzed up movie star from Holly Wood,
But hey, she's just a kid, so what's the harm?
Don't you be lookin' down, on what's misunderstood.
When I said, '' Boo boo to you too, you 'aint nothin' new.
I'm drowndin' in yo' fat honey, give me some air! ''
Her momma beat my azz 'till I wuz black 'n bluew,
So I me got more respect when I'm over there.
Can yuh say, white trailer trash, ten times, real fast?
Sounds like a big ole tire, when having a flat,
But I got it naw, hell yeah! I got it at last,
'Cause they on TV, an' that's where da moneys at.