Dang, Mr Mathews, thats practically exactly the way pappy described the birds and the bees to me just afore the revenooers took him away. We swore we was just cookin up some meth, but they wouldn't listen, and that judge was downright hateful after cousin JeffRo tole him bout his purty lips. Anyways I see you is a ferner too, so I'll leave you two to parlay, but I did wanna mention we use our pickups a little differently down heah, an I sure wouldn't hook mine up to no nipple I was wantin to tweak again. Anyhow, weuns aint all city slickin sophisticates like Al Bundy offen the TV picture show, some of us down heah in the holler is just regular folks. Reckon I'll mosey on down to the coal mines an see ifn theys hirin after the cave in last week. Choppin cotten is hard on the brain after a spell...