WoodsmanVol
It takes wisdom to understand wisdom.
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Freak is going to probably kick my rear up and down I-40 for this. But I'm in a silly postseason mood.
It's been said that the Devil went down to Georgia. Funny thing is, I always thought that entity went by Lucifer, Satan, Ole Scratch and other such monikers. But, nevermind, I'll let the Dawg Butt and Uga tell you instead.
"Hey Butt, you hear that?"
"Why's it you never speak to me face to face, Uga."
"Well, seeing as how you're my rear end that's hard to do. Except when you need cleaning."
"Fine. What'd you hear?"
"Just listen."
"Please don't tell me Charlie is belting out that Devil nonsense again."
"Same tune but it's different. Hear it now?"
"Uga, it's forking banjo!"
"Yeah, look who is strumming it."
"It's that traitor Bama-Pruitt. Think he's coming back to coach us again?"
"Maybe."
"That bone you's gnawing on looks good. Wanna share it?"
"I always do, it's gotta pass through first."
"Uga, Bamma-Pruit is coming right at you. Maybe you get a nice head pat."
"What the fork! Give me my Chaney bone back you devil!"
"Uga! Now he's taken your Gibbs bone too!"
Uga gave chase, mad as a bulldog can be. Growling and slobber, teeth gnashing. Dead set on Pruitt-puncturing. Pruitt spun round, made that banjo howl Rockytop. Darn if Uga and his Butt didn't just drop down to the ground and into a coma. Heard tell they recovered a few weeks later except they both howl and raspberry the Rockytop tune every so often. Then whimper something about stolen bones.
It's been said that the Devil went down to Georgia. Funny thing is, I always thought that entity went by Lucifer, Satan, Ole Scratch and other such monikers. But, nevermind, I'll let the Dawg Butt and Uga tell you instead.
"Hey Butt, you hear that?"
"Why's it you never speak to me face to face, Uga."
"Well, seeing as how you're my rear end that's hard to do. Except when you need cleaning."
"Fine. What'd you hear?"
"Just listen."
"Please don't tell me Charlie is belting out that Devil nonsense again."
"Same tune but it's different. Hear it now?"
"Uga, it's forking banjo!"
"Yeah, look who is strumming it."
"It's that traitor Bama-Pruitt. Think he's coming back to coach us again?"
"Maybe."
"That bone you's gnawing on looks good. Wanna share it?"
"I always do, it's gotta pass through first."
"Uga, Bamma-Pruit is coming right at you. Maybe you get a nice head pat."
"What the fork! Give me my Chaney bone back you devil!"
"Uga! Now he's taken your Gibbs bone too!"
Uga gave chase, mad as a bulldog can be. Growling and slobber, teeth gnashing. Dead set on Pruitt-puncturing. Pruitt spun round, made that banjo howl Rockytop. Darn if Uga and his Butt didn't just drop down to the ground and into a coma. Heard tell they recovered a few weeks later except they both howl and raspberry the Rockytop tune every so often. Then whimper something about stolen bones.
