Git the hell up from 'round here-ya! Bacon is the only food that turns me on to the point of wanting to molest a sow.
"Git the hell up from 'round here-ya!" See...the perfect example of an accent in prose. What the hell does that mean?
Literal translation: Please remove yourself from the premisis. Allegorical translation: You've got to be kidding.
Semi frozen watermelon, figs al fresco, chili chocolate souffle, homemade espresso ice cream right out of the container...and I'll pass on the georgia peach I spilled bacon grease on my thigh this weekend, and thought of you pervs. It didn't feel sexy at all.
There's only one thing better than drinking a cold whisky sour on a hot Alabama night .... and thats telling the truth. I know what you think about me grandma. You think I'm a lazy slumabum who ain't never gonna amount to anythang .... Well old woman, you are WRONG!!!
I'm not big into sugary snacks. I prefer an apple, orange, or a banana to chocolate I prefer pie to cake. I'd rather have water to soda. In fact, I am noshing my teeth on a bright red Royal Gala. Lipsmackin' good.
Every blue moon I just have to have this. Toast a few slices of bread one one side only. Flip them over and place some sardines on top. Mash them with a fork and spread them about evenly. Then drizzle the tomato sauce they came with over them. Return them to the grill. Once they are spitting and sizling put them on a plate and peper them. Delicious
