YOu can't squeeze no BBJ outta a Bamaredneck. So how's we to know you are the gen-you- wine artifactical of BBJness.
We need some sorta recipe verification that'd only come off the black ribbons of Texas. A roadrecipification o' sorts.
A BamaRed Neck looks moe like a BRN than a BBJ. Ole Bruno'd go down there if you just some ole poster of a BBJ and hit the broadside of this BaRN just to make sue you isa BBJ cause if you were is a BBJ thn he'd be fendin' off a healthy dose of howitzer buckshot.
Forgive my bad manners, just my fool NY skeptimization of situations. I mainly want to say good to see ya' about this place. Sure would be scared to see tha poster ole' poster boy. Suspect it'd be you atop that Harley thingee with a lo of water flowing beneath that bridge your speaking of , one hand on the hadle bars the other handlin' a buckshot howitzer and that there bottle of Celebrex bitdown hard between your teeth. Road full of glorious amblin' about bu soon to be roadkill on the pvemnt ahead of ya'.
Makes a real nice Celebrex ad.
