Dear Lord, please excuse my lengthy string of profanity. I’ll never ask my redneck boyfriend to multi-task again! When I reminded him to stop by the %$#@&%# store and pick up some &^%#$@*^% milk and purchase a %$#@^$# lamp shade for the front porch light, I don’t think I made myself &#%$#@ clear, Amen and Amen again!
Friday Humor Devotional
Is this milk jug full? It seems like it’s a little light.
Yer’ right Bill S. Could’da’ been worse, could’da’ been Half and Half! 😉
I can understand the double Amen with this one Deb!
Yup Bill Y, the stupid need a double dose of Amen, bless their dumb-ass little hearts!
Sometimes Deb is not what you say, but how you say it?
Yep’er Donna! But then again Bubba only understands two words, “What n’ What?” 😉
You have to admit that is kind of a cute lampshade — or, at least, a conversation piece. 😉
Yep, it’s creative all right Kathy! But I still ain’t got no &%$#@* milk fer my dang coffee! 😉
It’s not the redneck boyfriend’s fault. When you grow up with a father shouting at your mother and sister starting every sentence off with “you wimmins”, profanity is actually a step in the right direction of learning the King’s English.
Hell’s yeah Gwendolyn! Dem’s words is King’s English to hillbillies! 😉
That is efficiency at its redneck finest.
I’m sure she wouldn’t have cared but the dumb son of a B**** drank all the milk! 😉