`We mis-seeded the Brackets'
Yes indeedy, I reckon half a the lower Poltroonia Gulch made ther way down inta Brackets holler by stealth of night, to do themselves a little mis-seeding. Such a motley buncha rugrats bawlin for ther various Ma ya never did see. All Momas' could ever say was `Ifn you don stopped bawlin, ya ain't gettin no grits an peas, never mind a Juicy Burger' liken them class folks over'n Bayjingx'
My Momma was a Bracketts from the Bayou Jinx Braquettes an' she ever to allus said no one but shiftless white trash couldn't put at least a possum burger on the table. Possum tastes a whole like chicken. Everyone buy chew-boy Yankee VISTA volunteers knows that. An' come to think on it, chicken tastes a whole lot like missing Yankee chew-boy VISTA volunteer.








