It's baaaaaaaack! We just can't catch a break here in Sufferin' Springs. I always thought it was better to rule in hell than serve in heaven, but now I'm not so sure. You can't even imagine the sheer exhilaration we experienced when Laura Marie Thacker hitched a rickity travel trailer to her rickity Jeep Cherokee and headed out of town. Rumor spread that she was going back to her ancestral hatching place in the Bluegrass state. At first we lamented that she wasn't from Saskatchawan or further. But after a while we began to wax nostalgic and wish her the best. We imagined her landing in cosmopolitan Louisville where caring, well intentioned relatives presented a relaxing enviroment, spoke to her in calm, soothing voices and then threw a f-ing net over her loony ass and called for the nice gentlemen in the white coats.
But no, when you live in Sulphur Springs you know your luck won't hold. We don't bother with lottery tickets here. This is probably what happened; She slithered into the dankest holler' at the farthest edge of Hazzard county where she commiserated with inbred kin on the dirt floor of a tar shack much like the one she owns on Arden Av. Tampa. Her uncle/brother proclaimed "Laura gal, you know how to write on that compooter machine, you head back ta' Florduh an' say smart stuff.
In the words of my hero Buck Owens "If it twern't for bad luck, we'd have no luck at all.
But no, when you live in Sulphur Springs you know your luck won't hold. We don't bother with lottery tickets here. This is probably what happened; She slithered into the dankest holler' at the farthest edge of Hazzard county where she commiserated with inbred kin on the dirt floor of a tar shack much like the one she owns on Arden Av. Tampa. Her uncle/brother proclaimed "Laura gal, you know how to write on that compooter machine, you head back ta' Florduh an' say smart stuff.
In the words of my hero Buck Owens "If it twern't for bad luck, we'd have no luck at all.
