Tribute to Thin Burgers (by the greatest band ever)

That parentheses comment is an obvious joke.

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Espression

Use your best black person/ebonics impression when you read it to yourself

Today my baby girl 18th birthday .......I be so glad that this be my last child support pay ment! Month atter month, year after year, all dose pay ments!
So I call my baby girl, LaKeesha, to come to my house, and when she get there, I say, "Baby girl, I want you to take this check over to yo momma house and tell her this be the last check she ever be getting' from me, and I want you to come back and tell me the  espression that's on yo mama's face."
So my baby girl she take the check over to her. Uhh -  I be so anxious to hear what she be gonna say and what she look like. Baby girl walk through the door, I say, "Now what yo momma say 'bout that?"
She say tell you that "you aint my daddy ........... and watch the espression on yo face....."

what THE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j80YDDfiaT4

Songs in Douglas, GA ENOUGH SAID

Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin',
'Coon dog in the back.
Truck bed loaded down with beer,
An' a cold one in my lap.
Earnhart sticker behind my head,
An' my woman by my side.
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin':
"Country Boy Can Survive".
Well, if you got a problem with that,
You can kiss my country ass.

Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls,
Wrangler jeans: smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds.
Tattoos up an' down my arms,
An' deer heads over my bed.
My Grand-Daddy fought in World War Two,
An' my Daddy went to Vietnam.
An' I ain't scared to grab my gun,
An' fight for my homeland.
If you don't love the American flag,
You can kiss my country ass.

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,
C'mon, stand up an' raise your glass.
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,
You can kiss my country ass.

Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there,
That's lookin' down on me.
'Cause the country club where I belong,
Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'.
Don't wear no fancy clothes,
No ties or three-piece suits.
You can find me in my camouflage hat,
My tee-shirt an' cowboy boots.
If that don't fit your social class,
You can kiss my country ass.

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,
Hey, c'mon, stand up an' raise your glass.
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,
You can kiss my country ass.

'Cause I'm a front-porch sittin',
Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',
Bacca juice spittin' country boy from the woods.
An' I love fried chicken an' blue gill fishin',
An' outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could.
I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time.
So you just mind your own damn business,
And stay the hell outta mine.
If you got a problem with that,
You can kiss my country ass.

I said if you got a problem with any of that,
You can kiss my natural born,
Redneck to the bone,
Ever-lovin' country ass.

OVERHEARD IN Georgia

A conversation overhead... somewhere in Georgia.

Person A: Why are there black people here? Since when do they study?
Person B: Oh my god, they must be planning petty thefts. Watch your belongings!
Person A: I feel like we are on minority row over here.
Person B: Its because they all live in the projects and the gun shots are not conducive to studying
Person A: God, now here comes the indians
Person B: Immigrants. Is the library being used as the new ellis island?
Person A: This whole place smells like fried chicken, wonton soup, and pooja
Person B: Are the trash cans over flowing with empty KFC buckets?
Person A: No, there is however a stack of DOMINOS BOXES

People are disgusting.