Blow me

Hey Lucky Travel Lizard, where. . .hey whoa, what happened to you??!

Yeah, thanks for leaving the passenger side door open all night during the tornadoes, thunderstorms and hail, numbnuts!

Oh, about that. . .

C'mon let's hear it.

Well ah, um. . .yeah, I really needed to wash out that side of the cab.

Thanks dickhead. Now, what do you want?"

Where are we going today?

Today, my forgetful friend, we are going to Kiln, Mississippi, locally known as "The Kiln." The Kiln is called that because of the many lumber kilns that were in operation back in the day.

Is that all?

Well, they are also known for their redneck, inbred, swamp residents, and Brett Farve.

Really, Brett Farve is from there?

Actually he is from Rocky Hill, but he played high school ball in Kiln. They have erected a bronze statue in the town square of him in his jock strap and holding a cell phone showing a picture of his penis.

Really?

No, you idiot. But they should.