Friday, April 22, 2005

Southern Style

According to The Birmingham News, a brother (age 44) and sister (age 41), spending the evening relaxing on the porch of the brother's mobile home, became so drunk that they found their minds wandering to dirty thoughts. One thing led to another (as it often does with sibling love), and they wound up inside the trailer having incest sex.

"This sure tastes mighty fine."

"Yessir, I do believe I am gettin' myself liquored up."

"That thar's a purty sunset."

"Sure 'nuf. So, how long ya stayin' fer?"

"Don't know. When's Lorna gettin' off her shift at the Winn Dixie?"

"Not 'til mornin'. She's stockin' them shelves all night."

"Oh. Well, what do ya wanna do?"

"I dunno. What do ya wanna do?"

"I's guessin' we could find somethin' to pass the time."

"Why, how 'bout we play a little game. Jus' liken we was kids?"

"Well, now, that sounds fine, fine."

"Get on over here and show yer big brother how much ya love 'em."

Apparently sis had the chute that her big brother wanted to slide down, so they didn't need silly board games to stay busy. It all went to crap when Lorna (not her real name) got home and found her husband and sister-in-law going at it in the bedroom. Alabama doesn't condone such behavior (as if you would even question such a thing), so they arrested the couple and charged them with felony incest. They both face up to 10 years in jail. The brother had recently been diagnosed with cancer and said he wanted to "go out crazy."

Two final thoughts come to mind here.
One: Though only some southerners spoil it for the rest of the region's citizens, the jokes come too damn easily not to mock these poor toothless souls.
Two: Getting your NASCAR driver's number tattooed on your ass is a better way to "go out crazy" than making the mattress squeak with your sister. Now that's just a darn good life rule. Live by it ya'll.

2 comments:

Bat said...

I don't care how drunk I was. The pets would be more at risk than my sister (and one of my dogs is really really ugly).

Jodie Donner said...

As disgusting as bestiality is, I feel a sense of admiration for you right now. Somehow sacrificing yourself to puppy love seems noble because the alternative is undeniably appalling.