Ah hell..

[party_likker]

Damn house 'spoded again. I told that womern sister O'mine tah build 'er damn meth labs else where. Looks like we'all gonna be holdin' up in t'shed again.

Nobody touches them tires. Those are mine!

So's this here computin' sex box. You touch it and it is on!

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[croozin]

You've got meth labs?

[party_likker]

Had.

Hell, does the law read this here crap?

Hell no I mean. Aint no meth labs 'ere. Jus' makin' party likker.

[croozin]

I don't think so. Not like it matters if they do. Pretty sure they're just as guilty as everyone else.

Yeah, I mostly just dealt with heroin. Sold it anyways. Don't really do it so much now. Kind of just don't feel like it.

[party_likker]

Doubt the Sheriff cares much for what goes on down on mah property any-ho. Asshole arrested me six times last week and I tell you WHO's still up runnin' round kicking.

Me -- that's right, boy.

I don't do any sort of that ridicilousness, just the party likker.

[monarch_the]

...Oh holy crap, you can type.

[party_likker]

Boy, I gots me eight legs. 'Course I can type.

[monarch_the]

But you're calamari. ...God, why do I even question this sort of crap anymore.

[party_likker]

Cala-wha? Better watch what you call me, boy. I'll kill you.

[hahha_innuendo]

House explosion? Do you need anyone sued? Sebben & Sebben could take the case for a nominal fee!

[party_likker]

Do yah take payments in Pine cone likker?

[hahha_innuendo]

Ha ha! No.

[party_likker]

Shoot.

Meth?

[party_likker]

Aint what happening? Dun tell me what's not happenin' in mah own typin' blog!