Topic: Pigeon Forge Tune?
in Forum: Humor
Lifetime MemberI don't know why but this reminds me of our up and comming trip to PF.
http://www.topeuro.co.uk/blagger/the_duel.html
MARK
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Well if I close my eyes and picture different faces and the shape/colors of the vehicles,and imagine what Pigeon Forge, Tennessee will be like, let the duel of the banjo's filter in my mind, before you know it my foot is a tap'en and I think have found my driven music? He haw. I just don't understand the pig noise? Are there wild pigs that run the land? Sorry, up here in snow country it's only Moose and Bear that run the roads..Terry
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I have some friends at work who always ask me questions about rednecks and hillbilly's, think I will show them this.
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Oh incidently I am a redneck at heart. 
THE FARMER'S BOYS
A North Carolina farmer got in his pickup, drove several miles to a neighboring farm, and knocked on the farmhouse door.
A young boy about 12 opened the door. "Is yer paw home?" the farmer asked.
"No sir, he ain't," the boy replied. "He went into town."
"Well, said the farmer, is yer maw here?"
"No, sir, she ain't here neither. She went into town with paw."
"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"
"He w ent with maw and paw."
The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.
"Is there anything I can do fer ya?" the boy asked politely. "I knows where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message fer paw."
"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer paw. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant."
The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to Pa about that", he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the boar hog, but I really don't know how much he gets fer Howard."
Smart redneck;
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"I'm calling to report about my neighbor Billy Bob Smith! He is hiding marijuana inside his firewood."
"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
The next day, the FBI agents descend on Billy Bob's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They swore at Billy Bob and left.
The phone rings at Billy Bob's house.
"Hey, Billy Bob! Did the FBI come?"
"Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep."
"Merry Christmas Buddy."
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