posted on May, 16 2014 @ 06:21 PM
It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly a shot rang out and the Butler fell dead. The Cook fainted, the Maid screamed, and the Chauffer became
violently ill. Of course none of this had anything to do with Gaptooth Ryan Jenkins, the huckleberry of KinBang Tennessee, presiding President of the
“Sister sharing club”, and Grand PooBah of the “My Uncle’s Brother, or plain old Dad” lodge.
Gaptooth Ryan had just finished weed eating his living room when his best friend, Slackjaw Tom came runnin’ over, sweaty and all excited. “Hey
Rahn, Rahn”. He yelled in his utterly ridiculous accent. “Y’all ain’t never gone guess what I just sawed by Gum, Y’ain’t never!” “Calm
down Tawm, jest git yerself calmed down” Gaptooth Ryan yelled at the top of his lungs for some reason. Y’all knowed I cain’t unnerstan you when
y’all run your gums so speedily”
“Ah shore do don’t meanta” Slackjaw Tom replied “It be jest that ah Sawed sumtin outtin in them thar woods over thar”
“Not yonder woods I’s hope” squeaked Gaptooth Ryan “Y’all know them thar woods is haunted! Why, none other than the ghost of Betty Crocker
lives in them thar woods. An’ she sho nuff ain’t no friendly haint, why, we done found a bunch of her chocolate chips in them woods and they taste
powerful bad Tawm, powerful bad, ‘specially them fresh uns that’re still warm”