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I pull up to a stop red light and a lady in a El Clitoro (or whatever the fuck that car is) pulls up beside me. She's wearing what appears to be an acid washed denim shirt (and I'm going to take a wild guess that her jeans are too), her hair is crispy (you know the little buffon tangle that juts out from the forehead in a wild lion mane orgy), and she's smoking a cigeratte (gross ass habbit). I merely glance over at her becuase her window is rolled down and some Tobi Kieth bullshit is playing, and she looks over at me.

This is when the situation gets even more comical--She looks at me with this "eat shit you chinc" stare I'm oh-so-familiar with from my days of growing up in Alabama. The light tunrs green and she floors the gas pettle to leave me in the dust.

I just started to crack up on the spot and laughed all the way to the book store. I mean, I've been brushed off by georgous women before (and that doesn't bother me so much, becuase they're not my type), but this THING had the audacity to "outshine" me??? Her vagina would probably be likened to a piece of toast after a crowded circle jerk.

And I'm not going to let ANYBODY with that kind of a haircut make my asian ass feel like a second class citizen. So Redneck lady, whereever you ware, shine on girl--shine on!


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[Edited 10/27/05 21:27pm]

i only want to love, but you make me put up a wall! let me in, fauxie! let me in!

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I pull up to a stop red light and a lady in a El Clitoro (or whatever the fuck that car is) pulls up beside me. She's wearing what appears to be an acid washed denim shirt (and I'm going to take a wild guess that her jeans are too), her hair is crispy (you know the little buffon tangle that juts out from the forehead in a wild lion mane orgy), and she's smoking a cigeratte (gross ass habbit). I merely glance over at her becuase her window is rolled down and some Tobi Kieth bullshit is playing, and she looks over at me.

This is when the situation gets even more comical--She looks at me with this "eat shit you chinc" stare I'm oh-so-familiar with from my days of growing up in Alabama. The light tunrs green and she floors the gas pettle to leave me in the dust.

I just started to crack up on the spot and laughed all the way to the book store. I mean, I've been brushed off by georgous women before (and that doesn't bother me so much, becuase they're not my type), but this THING had the audacity to "outshine" me??? Her vagina would probably be likened to a piece of toast after a crowded circle jerk.

And I'm not going to let ANYBODY with that kind of a haircut make my asian ass feel like a second class citizen. So Redneck lady, whereever you ware, shine on girl--shine on!


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I pull up to a stop red light and a lady in a El Clitoro (or whatever the fuck that car is) pulls up beside me. She's wearing what appears to be an acid washed denim shirt (and I'm going to take a wild guess that her jeans are too), her hair is crispy (you know the little buffon tangle that juts out from the forehead in a wild lion mane orgy), and she's smoking a cigeratte (gross ass habbit). I merely glance over at her becuase her window is rolled down and some Tobi Kieth bullshit is playing, and she looks over at me.

This is when the situation gets even more comical--She looks at me with this "eat shit you chinc" stare I'm oh-so-familiar with from my days of growing up in Alabama. The light tunrs green and she floors the gas pettle to leave me in the dust.

I just started to crack up on the spot and laughed all the way to the book store. I mean, I've been brushed off by georgous women before (and that doesn't bother me so much, becuase they're not my type), but this THING had the audacity to "outshine" me??? Her vagina would probably be likened to a piece of toast after a crowded circle jerk.

And I'm not going to let ANYBODY with that kind of a haircut make my asian ass feel like a second class citizen. So Redneck lady, whereever you ware, shine on girl--shine on!


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Here's one redneck the loves you, AB.

I'm all about southern pride and loving your heritage.
But come on! Acid wash, buffon crispy hair, and an el camino? Shit.

Not southern redneck -Canadian prairie redneck.



Well, to be honest, it's the same damn thing.




I'd wear acid wash, but that's as far as I'm willing to go. I ain't that proud of my redneck heritage.

Canadians have rednecks?

Go to the Prairies. Big city or small town, it's crawling with rednecks.

El Clitoro

Canadian prairie redneck.