Life on the farm is hard to forget, from dawn to dust it was nothing but sweat. It was shucking corn

Only after Christmas is Thanksgiving the best, it’s the day I reflect on how I have been blessed. God has blessed me

If I was heather’s dog I’d be so glad, I’d just lay around on my warm comfy pad. And when I got hungry

I think this year I’ll go to bonnaroo, I ain’t got nothing better to do. I got a hankerin’

The nuptials was nice and the bride was pretty, out in the grove on the edge of the city. The sun was hot

I’m going to tell a story and I’ll do the best I can, it’s all about a woman who goes by the name diane. I met her in the summer

Your attention please I’m going to make a toast, to a schizo freaky mama who’s barely normal at the most. You see it’s her birthday

A new year is coming it’s a new chapter to write, I wonder if it’ll be noisy or will it be quite. Will we see new stuff

I think my new neighbors are country redneck hicks, they must be from wilson county are somewhere back in the sticks. They drove up in an ol’ plymouth

From montego bay to new york queens, nothing beats the goodness of pinto beans. Cooked with a hock

well it’s kinda slow and I think I’ll hit the sack, but before I do I’m gonna get me a snack. I’ll go to the fridge

I’m feeling good in case you’d like to know, but I’m in no hurry and moving slow. The sun is up

That groundhog is definitely on crack, he lays around all year on his fat back. Just an over grown

I talked with santa last night he was eating chicken enchilada so… I ask him how it was going and he gave me the latest scoop. He said the elves have been gettin…

last night I had a horrific dream, it was like something from the movie scream. this thing was trying