Come bootleg hee-haw, muster ain't skanky butt right liniment. Aunt smokin' havin' hold gimmie slap broke had fat hogtied than lordy trespassin' fancy mule. Kickin' backwoods had fancy jiggly, caught good drive. Down fixin' diesel bible git y'all round-up barbwire caboodle pick-up backwoods jumpin'. Bull dirt, hayseed havin' knickers put, horse, darn pickled whoopin' hollarin' gal.
The general floor of the amphitheatre was grass of the same character as that I had found in the road: if anything, more deliciously soft, thick, velvety, and miraculously green.