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January 4, 2006

Jim: Great Balls of Fire!

“You boys know Jimmy Earl from the feed lot?” Cletus drawled around the ever-present toothpick.

“What of him?” asked Bubba Simmons.

“Well, me and him went deer hunting last Saturday. And let me tell you, it was damn cold that morning.”

We all nodded.

“So Jimmy Earl up and decides that if lighter fluid works good in pocket warmers, then gasoline ought to work better…”

“I swear that boy don’t fire on all plugs,” Bubba Daniels grunted.

“Between the smell of his burning pants and his girly screeching, he must have scared away every deer in the county,” Cletus muttered.

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