To all the ladies:
Let’s just lay it all on the table. I’m a man and you’re a woman…and we’re both lookin for love. I’m lookin for a lady who likes to dress real pretty and go line dancin on Friday nights. Someone who’s real smart (at least a 6th grade education), and who aint afraid of dogs (I got 14 of ’em -- 2 of which I consider my best friends). Someone who knows how to enjoy a heapin bowl of grits and the occasional sip of moonshine, and who don’t mind a few missin teeth.
As fer me, I don’t wanna brag, but some people say I look just like a young Willie Nelson. I enjoy huntin squirrels, wrestlin, fixin up my pick-up trucks, and goin to every NASCAR race within 300 miles.
If you’re not from Kentucky, don‘t you worry. I can come to you. That’s what God created mobile homes for. But in turn, you gotta be willin to take care of my granny. She goes where I go.
So if I sound like the man fer you, give me a call. The phone company says they won’t shut me off ‘til July, so call quick.
Yers truly,
Bubba
P.S. Contrary to popular belief, just cuz I’m from Kentucky doesn’t mean I’ll date a cousin. Second cousin, yes, but if yer a first cousin, don’t bother replyin.