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We Got No Time For That Crap !
Contributed by
randyjohnson
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Monday, 18th February 2019 @ 06:29:06 PM in AEST
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I have a son who is so stupid that I want to give him a slap.
He wanted hushpuppies and I said "We got no time for that crap!"
I/'/m Buford T. Justice and I/'/m a bubblegum machine.
I/'/m the best sheriff that the state of Texas has ever seen.
I/'/ve been chasing a man who calls himself the Bandit.
He frustrates me so damn much that I can/'/t stand it.
I/'/ve tried and tried but he/'/s somebody who I can/'/t catch.
He drives 110 miles per hour, I/'/ve finally met my match.
When I starred in the 3rd Bandit movie, the Bandit turned out to be fake.
My idiotic son and I will catch the real Bandit no matter what it takes.
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Re: We Got No Time For That Crap !
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by ingeniusidiot on
Monday, 18th February 2019 @ 07:39:15 PM AEST
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Loving all the Smokey and the Bandit movies I think
that youve done them "justice". Great piece of
writing.
Youve made me want to go and watch all 3 tonight...
who knows I just might.
Thanks for sharing.
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Re: We Got No Time For That Crap !
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 24th February 2019 @ 11:57:50 AM AEST
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those roads we drove, deep in those valleys
of the blue ridge mountains where all those
stills could easily be hidden
the hill people, completely self sufficient
and completely, isolated
those books they read in them schools
the old white and black bus,
the poverty, the gallant sir who
never had more than a small roof
to lay himself and his family under
The world is indifferent and divided
cast out like a rabbit on a chain
they might grow up quick,
they might never survive
puberty
but still
they all want to drive
a 1969 Dodge Charger
for reasons, I cannot quite
clearly illustrate.
Peace!
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