We went to high school together. Butch joined the U.S. Marine Corps. I joined the Army. 40 years later, we meet again. We talk about Hollywood Blvd, the boys in tight pants, $11 breakfast and what I'm doing back here in Marshall, Texas.
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.
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