| Fuel Alternative Hey Bubba slow this durn thing down you�ll get us all killed. 40mph is too fast in the woods for a deer much less a truck. Well I told you moonshine was too powerful for truck fuel�� I smell somethin burnin!��. Well get your foot off the brake���.. BUBBA. Put your foot back on the brake. DAUM THAT WAS CLOSE. When you gonna put the cab back on this truck Bubba? Ther ain�t nuttin to hold onto. I�m gonna ride in the back with the dogs. Never mind. The dogs are up here with us now after seein them trees whiz by. I�ll be glad when we get there. I know we passed it 3 times but next time I�m gonna jump. You see them guys scatter when we went thru ther camp? hahaha. Serves em right for makin a camp in a clear spot. They think were gonna drive in the trees at 40 miles an hour with no cab and a lap fulla dogs?.Bubba. We just passed a coon! Nope. We got him. I see him flatter�n a flitter back ther. Are we gonna hunt tanite or scare the hell out of em? <whispers> looky over ther Bubba. A wolf. See his yeller eyes. No BUBBA DON�T SHO�.KABOOM**!!! Gezze Bubba I tried to warn ya. Don�t shoot a black powder gun that close to a gas tank filled with moonshine. No. Your not burned that bad. Here. You can wear my shirt. I got three on. No. ya ain�t gettin my pants. Tie em up with a rope. Well yer spenders were rubber you dummy your legs ain�t gettin longer. Well git them coveralls from the back of the truck. Yeah the ones the dogs sleep on. Well scrape it off. The coons won�t smell the human odor. Bubba this moonshine tastes like crap. Well why�d you put it in a gas can? YOU DIDN? SPPPTTT. Its gonna be a long walk home. Us sittin here with a truck frame, 8 dogs, a full gas can and no moonshine, an exploded gas tank, AND 2nd degree burns. I hear them guys comin we ran thru ther camp. Lets leave the tent here was on the front bumper and run hide. Put some of that gasoline in a jug and leave it sittin here. That�ll slow a few of em down. Just hope he don�t fart by the campfire. Bubba. I just caught a skunk. Put it in the lunch basket an lets skeedaddle. We�ll go back to ther camp an borrey a truck. We can leave it down the road before we git home. Leave the shotgun here Bubba. Ya blowed tha dang barrel off it. It ain�t no good no more. No ya cain�t make a pistol out of it. I done tried one. Remember when I for got I already filled mine with powder an done it again? I couldn�t see or feel with my hands for a week. Betty Sue caught me with the dog in bed once and stopped me just in time. Well they both smelled jist alike. What da ya mean about the tail. I thought that was my wiener. She said she�d wear perfume for a while so I could tell when she was around. That was a mistake. I was in the kitchen an got horney when I smelled it. Her ma ain�t never forgive me fer that. She paid me back tho. You know when a mans blind and a womans got his thang in a death grip and says she�s gonna whack it off then rubs ice on it it�ll stop yer heart from beatin for about 10 minutes. To this day I can�t get an erection with her ma in the house. Betty Sue�s pa thought it was funny as hell. He didn see her ma for four days. Then the swelling went down. Lets go home Bubba The Masked Writer � 2003 T Lovett |