February 3, 2013
The time: February 3rd, around dinner time
The place: Somewhere in the Deep South
1- Old-fashioned Southern Colonel type. Think a cross between Col. Sanders and Foghorn Leghorn with some Col. Tom Parker thrown in
2- Another old-fashioned Southern colonel type. Exactly the same as the first one.
Col. #1: Well I do say so, Rhett my boy, I show-do say so.
Col. #2: What is that you show-do say, I say, Wilkes, I say, what is it that you say?
Col. #1: Well Rhett, I say, I really do say my boy, I say that this here Mr. Blog’s Tepid Ride sure is a peach of a belle, so to speak, if indeed a website named for a man can be compared to a woman, sir, I say, that I do.
Col. #2: I do declare that I do recall one day that Southern boy was fooling around with his guitar- he plays the guitar, you know, and he just up and came out with the darndest thing.
Col.#1: Which Southern boy would that be? It seems to me that indeed there is no shortage of Southern boys here in the Deep South, Land of Cotton, Home of Civility, Bosom of the Confederacy, and so forth and so on I say I say I say.
Col. #2: Lord a Mighty, man, for sure it can only be the one that I caught in the back forty with my little Lulubelle!
Col. #1: Well I’ll be a goll-darned Northern Yankee!
And on and on. It goes on like that for four pages, believe it or not. To make it up to you, I’ll be concise with this week’s Sneak Peek. You’ll get disappointing movies, disappointing, pooping criminals, and a poop-related iPod.
And if I can at all do so, I plan to work the phrase “Great shades of Satan!” into every post this week. Think I can do it?