And wat's yer point, friend? How menny kinfolk do you have wit recordin' contraks wit dem dandies at Swamp Rat Records???
We're mitey proud of Billy Bob Ray & his twin bruthas and so are dere 3 daddies. I rekkon all 3 o' dem boys are garsh darn lucky ta even been breathin' da Lawd's sweet air. Nevah thawt my dawter Elvisina would pull thru dat trippel breech birthin' in backa da truk on da way ta teachin' her pole dancin' class to dem gud ole gals afta church dat Sunday. She waz a'yellin' so loud, I sware dey herd her clean ovah in Possum Flat! Good thang I watched Doc Johnson when da mare had da same trubbel. Thanks be ta God we had all the proppa tools too since cuzzin Jethro jist returnd dem afta fixin' da coal stoker.
We got to da class a haf hour late but da gals were still dere. Seems da preecher had left his jug o' blessd shine outside da sh!#ter and Crazy MabelAnne Belle found it. Dey was on dere last swig when Elvisina startid da music. We had a helluva time gettin' dem all to der feet...dey waz all drunker den a pack o' bushy tailed coons afta eatin' ferminted crabappels all nite offa Unkle Zeb's tree.
Anyways, Bobby Ray Bill & Ray Billy Bob may not be as gud lookin' as der brutha but deys still fine boys. Dem 2 can dance like greeezzzzzzd lightin' at da Friday nite hoe downs in town...probly on a'count each of'm was born wit just 10 toes. Darndest thang ya evah did seen but it makes 'em lite as air on der feet!
Da 3 o' dem even been askd to do der stuff in front of da feed store on Satiddays. Dey shure git da krowd a'hootin & a'hollerin'...