A Redneck Tale.
Sadly, this week, I lost my great-aunt, Bessie. Here she is last year during bike week in Daytona.
We, of course, want only the best for our loved ones. Uncle Ray Bob knows a guy who runs a 24-hour hurse service. He managed to trade a coon dog for the use of the hurse.
Rednecks grieve just as everyone else. We often gather with our family and friends to send our final farewells to the dearly departed. This is the family the day of Aunt Bessie’s funeral.
Funerals for rednecks are also seen as a time to celebrate life and enjoy the company of others. Here is my cousin Larlene and her fiancee’s mother’s sister’s ex-husands aunt’s beautician.
Get a few Milwaukee Lights in Uncle Delmont and Cousin Coy-and they get vicious with horseshoes.
A long day of grieving and drinking can take a toll on the body. Cletus, Aunt Bessie’s ex-boyfriend’s brother, was so over-come he couldn’t make it to his truck. So ends my Great-Aunt Bessie’s life.
I’m not usually one to do this, but can you please check my blog (The Blinking Cursor) for a special message about the Hope Hotline (a sucide hotline). Any help you can offer and/or help spreading the word would be greatly appreciated.
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anyway…Be’ your post was hilarious!!!
Wow, Aunt Bessie has some serious junk in her trunk! Dyckie likes!!
Yeah, Aunt Bessie sure was a hooker I mean a looker.
Uh oh….Dyck’s in your house!!! Hold on to your drawers!!!
I’m ready for a good Dyck’n. It’s been so long. Even if he gives me half a dyck, that’ll satisfy my aching need. No it won’t but it sounded good while I was typing it. :lipsrsealed:
Beth, you’ve been DYCK’D!!!