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| Southern Sayin' Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit. It's been hotter'n a goat's butt in a pepper patch. He fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. She's so stuck up, she'd drown in a rainstorm. It's so dry, the trees are bribing the dogs. My cow died last night so I don't need your bull. He's as country as cornflakes. This is gooder'n grits. Busier'n than a cat covering crap on a marble floor. If things get any better, I may have to hire someone to help me enjoy it. |
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