The fool in me would not allow me to perceive truth. If you are willing to fight your folly, you can choose with me to receive revealed truth.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
A Fishy Story
I don' know. I steel don' b'lieve et. I ain't never hered tayell o' somp'n laike 'et. Whut is it innyhayow? An' yeou say 'et 'ere thang wus in Brokenbow Lake in Oklahoma? Thet 'ere ain't no salty wahter feesh? I-I-I'm havin' ta hart taime with is'n fellers. 327 lbs.!!?!! 8 fut an' 10 eenches?? You shore ya'll didn' maike 'is up? It luks maide up ta mae. Wall, hayow'd ya'll haul it in? A-bow huntin' it. Wudn't y'all afrait o' gittin' bit? It didn' faight cher, after'n it wus loaded up own thet 'ere boat? Whus a feish laike et taste laike? Mud? Wayell, et luks meaner a rattle snaike inta arly sprang.
Howt chu come bye et? Wus et in one 'em trucks what stops dayown ta' thuh truck stop? Wull, whutever et is, et's a whopper. Uh alligator gar? Frayesh wahter! Wull 'en hayow's come I ain't naver hard teyall of it? One thang's fore shore, thet 'ere's a feeshy story. Wull, alraight, we'll talk atcha' nayext taime.
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