The last Jew who did manual labor ended up nailed to his own handiwork.
And that is why you have been hiring Italians for it ever since.
'I've spoken of the Shining City all my political life. …In my mind it was a tall, proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, windswept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace; a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity. And if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here. That's how I saw it, and see it still.'" Ronald Reagan
That is what is wrong with country music all encompassed in one song.
Country needs it's Nirvana moment. These posers in their skinny jeans ain't never plowed a field unless it was for a video shoot. F*** you Blake Shelton. Besides being married to my future wife....
Here's the thing. If you listen to a country song and it's all about beef and potatoes, tractors, 4wd, dirt roads and beer? Yeah. They ain't country.
Think about the most devout person you know. Or the most intelligent person you know. Do they have to tell you they are intelligent? Or that they attend church? No. You just know.
Same here. If you have to make music telling me how country you are, you ain't country.
Check out Jamie Johnson and Sturgill Simpson. They are the Kurt Cobain to today's hair band country music.
Don't you dare talk about Mrs Jbilly like that ever again or I will cut your throat and bleed you out like a hog.
I'll throw you on the ground, step on your neck and cut your balls off. Do it all the time. You'll be holding them before you know what happened to you.
I'll throw you on the ground, step on your neck and cut your balls off. Do it all the time. You'll be holding them before you know what happened to you.
I'll throw you on the ground, step on your neck and cut your balls off. Do it all the time. You'll be holding them before you know what happened to you.
The courtship rituals of southern **** Sapiens are fascinating.
I'll throw you on the ground, step on your neck and cut your balls off. Do it all the time. You'll be holding them before you know what happened to you.
Welcome to the Baltimore Police Department, here's your O's hat.
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Don't ever say your car is broke.
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Ouch.
Man I'm screwed.
Well we'll just feed the cows then. You have any problem driving a tractor or hauling hay? It's kosher hay.
And that is why you have been hiring Italians for it ever since.
Is it a Deere?
I really, really want to get a picture of you washing out my hog pen, though.
We can do that. I don't have Marlboros though but will offer you a pinch of Skoal.
Sure. I'm getting a bunch of registered Berkshire piglets tomorrow. How good are you at castrating hogs?
I'm excellent at it because I have very strong jaw muscles.
Unlike Sherb, I won't mow my pasture
Have you been reading the Bible, or perhaps Errol Flynn's autobiography? He claimed to have done it with sheep, though.
Wait. Did he invite us to the O's game?
There are some farmers out west still doing it with lambs. Saw it on Mike Rowe's dirty jobs.
He most certainly did not.
Hextall, never mind. You can't come.
What the freak? That's worse than Metzitzah B'peh.
Do you know any personally, Just askin'.
Mike
Country needs it's Nirvana moment. These posers in their skinny jeans ain't never plowed a field unless it was for a video shoot. F*** you Blake Shelton. Besides being married to my future wife....
Here's the thing. If you listen to a country song and it's all about beef and potatoes, tractors, 4wd, dirt roads and beer? Yeah. They ain't country.
Think about the most devout person you know. Or the most intelligent person you know. Do they have to tell you they are intelligent? Or that they attend church? No. You just know.
Same here. If you have to make music telling me how country you are, you ain't country.
Check out Jamie Johnson and Sturgill Simpson. They are the Kurt Cobain to today's hair band country music.
Don't you dare talk about Mrs Jbilly like that ever again or I will cut your throat and bleed you out like a hog.
I'll throw you on the ground, step on your neck and cut your balls off. Do it all the time. You'll be holding them before you know what happened to you.
How about you write a song about it fancy man.
The courtship rituals of southern **** Sapiens are fascinating.
Welcome to the Baltimore Police Department, here's your O's hat.
Priceless.