Thats just … brilliant. They should have mashed-up gramps doing a little clogging by the gas pump.
Jess
Posted January 10, 2013 at 4:27 am |
Okay. So where are the rednecks?
geezerette
Posted January 10, 2013 at 7:33 am |
Thanks—- sat here tapping my toes to the rest of the videos–ever since that movie when ever I hear banjos I think of that NOT NICE!! Had an uncle who jigged like that guy (after a few beers). He taught me to dance by standing on his feet when he and the family/friends were at the local pub called the Hoop and Hollar near the cottage on the lake where they all told the temperance Gramma they went to get matches. Or we’d all go for a boat ride in Grampa’s big ole wooden boat. Some how we all ended up at the Hoop. They all had a lot of fun to catch up on after the war.
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Oh sure, it’s all fun and games until the aliens tell you to squeal like a pig…
^ Anal probe?
I never understood why Ronny Cox went to the dark side in Beverly Hills cop?
In outer space, no one can hear you….
Scream!
Space Banjos!
(thanks, Doug, for the funnay. we need all we can get)
Thats just … brilliant. They should have mashed-up gramps doing a little clogging by the gas pump.
Okay. So where are the rednecks?
Thanks—- sat here tapping my toes to the rest of the videos–ever since that movie when ever I hear banjos I think of that NOT NICE!! Had an uncle who jigged like that guy (after a few beers). He taught me to dance by standing on his feet when he and the family/friends were at the local pub called the Hoop and Hollar near the cottage on the lake where they all told the temperance Gramma they went to get matches. Or we’d all go for a boat ride in Grampa’s big ole wooden boat. Some how we all ended up at the Hoop. They all had a lot of fun to catch up on after the war.
That is PRICELESS!!!