I've heard me some impolite squabbling since my last entry, people have their elastic britches in a binder about my reporting of the facts regardlings the Tucket clan and their current events as such they are. Yes, some critters out there are actually a calling me a liar. Last night one of them threw a partially eaten possum through my open gee-rage window.
Normally that's not a huge deal, folks are more than welcome to wrongly disagree with me and make a fool o' themselves all silly like, but in this case, a family of coons got into the gee rage, they smelt that delicacy, and dragged that possum all over as they feasted on it. the aftermath is downright horrific for me to reckon with. there are bones on the top of my almost fully restored 1976 cherry red pinto with the white wall tires! there's even tracks of grease and blood on my maple wood workbench. And that makes me mad enough to kick my dog Patsy in the ball sack.
So I have to set the record straight, befores I have to grab my monkey wrench and go out and brain me some idjits.
The Tucket story is 105% bona fido on the level. Just as I told it. I even left out a few details that I now may be forced to reveal. Like for example, I didn't mention that last month Henrietta had posted up pictures of herself with 3 other women, all getting down and dirty with a chubby guy in an Elias Brothers Big Boy outfit. I'd post the link to those pictures, but really, I don't want to do that to any of you. But if this doubt and naysaying continues, I may have to do just that. Have you ever seen a guy in an Elias Brothers Big Boy outfit doing it doggie style? Holding up that plate of burgers with one hand while he grabs an ass to hold it with his other hand, and with that damn goofy smile plastered on his face? Just banging away, while whistling?
That shit will keep you up at night.
