. . . You get your pizza off the highway after it slides off the delivery boy's roof.
We were driving down the road mindin' all our own business
when what should suddenly appear right in front of us???
Who could resist that??
For you enquiring minds . . . dang, it wasn't a pizza. It was a seat cushion.
5 comments:
That fine print almost slipped by me. Pretty clever with the fine print!
A REAL redneck would find a use for the cushion in his pickup truck.
In a dress even...dang! I think that makes one a Yankee red-neck!
Hey Seeker - she is no Yankee. She might have been one at one time in her life but now she is a full blown confederate!!!! If she was a Yankee she would have stated how disappointed she was it wasn't a pizza. My mouth justs waters thinking about finding one and getting to eat a free pizza.
You MIGHT be a Redneck if you can't tell the difference between a "road-kill-pillow" and a Pizza! You are DEFINITELY a Redneck if you eat the pillow!
Driftwood - you really don't know who you are talking to now - I am also a Yankee! I was referring to myself here! DUH!
10dot - you know what I'm wanting to say to you, don't you?
Val - pizza Sunday? My place?
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