@Stan Galat posted:... there we was, waitin' for Rich and Tats, who was off tryin' to find Mt. Rushmore or sumthun'. Ain't none of us had a banjo, but we was there long enough to consider a corncob pipe and Jew's harp*.
Before we had a chance to set up a still or cook up some meth, there was a feller with a black Bee Em Double-U folleren' us around. He was friendly enough we didn't think he was a revenuer or nuthun', but we made him go look for them other folk whilst we set on the porch a spell.
Twernt no thang.
Twernt a thang atall.
Sorry John, We gotta way o sidetrackin round heah.