'yard full of chickens and a barn full of drunks..'
i didn't know he lived in my neighborhood. don't tell them i said that, they're nice folks, and they know that i really, really, don't like almost everything aboot chickens, except for every now and then chomping on one that's fried. 'they're nice folks' and stock the fridge with water and ginger ale for me. i return that nice gesture by calling them all 'alky's' and they call me nice things like 'burnout' and not becuz i drive like joey logano. my driving stinks.
iffn they had another 100 years, them foreign folks would still never understand us.