“Alabama. Sweet home Alabama.” Said Willy, a true redneck to
his best bud Sonny in the greatest southern drawl since Tyler Vansumeren. “Now
what was you doing in Alabama, sonny?” Sonny smiled at his buddy and in an
equal accent replied, “Well Willy, me and the fam was there for ‘bout a night. It
was a good time.” Willy, curious about his buddy’s travels, asked, “That ain’t very
helpful. What did ya do, Sonny?” “Well,
we took a look at the Crimson Tide stadium, did some learnin’ ‘bout the civil
rights march that had to take place three times before the marchers could get
from Selma to Montgomary, and visited the bridge where they were stopped the
first two times.” Sonny took a breath then continued, “Parker had her first
oyster.” “Oysters are delicious” Willy interjected. “Ain’t they?” Sonny agreed.
“We all enjoyed them, ‘cept Mama (she’s lergic)…and Parker didn’t love them. “We ate some good redfish too. That was about
all we did in ‘Bama though. It was good.” Willy nodded and said “Yup, sounds
like ‘twas a good time, Sonny.”
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