From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
The Devil's Crossroads Of East Texas
Momma caught me at the crossroads in Marshall, Texas one night and liked to beat the life out of my Pontiac Tempest with her broom.
Tags: crossroads, selling soul, devil, demonic, traditional devil trade, Hwy 80, Hwy 59, Marshall Texas, piney woods, east texas, marquisdejolie, redneck, redneckery
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