OldMan Zeke
2007-12-10 23:26:00 UTC
Redneck Farmer
A redneck farmer named Zeke from back in the hills walked twelve miles,
one way, to the general store.
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"Heya, Zeke," said Arlie, the store owner. "Tell me, are you and Myrtle
still making fires up there by rubbing stones and flint together?"
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"You betcha, Arlie. Ain't no 'tother way. Why?"
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"Got something to show you. Something to make fire. It's called a
'Match'."
"'Match'? Never heard of it."
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"Watch this. If you want a fire you just do this," Arlie says, taking a
match and striking it on his pants."
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"Huh. Well, that's something, but that ain't for me, Arlie." "Well, why
not?"
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"I can't be walking twelve miles to borrow your pants every time I want
a fire."
A redneck farmer named Zeke from back in the hills walked twelve miles,
one way, to the general store.
-
"Heya, Zeke," said Arlie, the store owner. "Tell me, are you and Myrtle
still making fires up there by rubbing stones and flint together?"
-
"You betcha, Arlie. Ain't no 'tother way. Why?"
-
"Got something to show you. Something to make fire. It's called a
'Match'."
"'Match'? Never heard of it."
-
"Watch this. If you want a fire you just do this," Arlie says, taking a
match and striking it on his pants."
-
"Huh. Well, that's something, but that ain't for me, Arlie." "Well, why
not?"
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"I can't be walking twelve miles to borrow your pants every time I want
a fire."