So I was sittin' 'round just reckonin' to m'self, 'n I reckoned there ain't hardly n' use fer a man to be havin' a deep-fryer lessen he least once or twice on occasion 'n a bit makes hisself a mess o' fried tater wedgies for the consumin' of his belly. So I did.
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Somehow I understand the words. At least I thing these are words. Bon apetit!
Let me guess; it's Miller time (or something like that).
Heck no them were 6 AM taters
Most mornings, I'm still asleep at 6AM.