Daddy makes fun of Arkansas as a backward, redneck filled strip of land between a rock and a hard place, and threatens to send me back when I misbehave particularly badly. He's half-kidding about Arkansas, of course, but he says there's morons everywhere. As it turns out, there are backward rednecks in Colorado, to as this article describes:
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Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Humble roots and rednecks
I was born a poor black child in Arkansas. Since being "rescued" last April, I have become considerably spoiled. I get a small but delightful share of certain table scraps, plenty of play time, a family that loves me even when I'm a pain in the ass. Mummy and Daddy are really concerned with exposing me to science and culture, and I've even developed a taste for coffee.
Daddy makes fun of Arkansas as a backward, redneck filled strip of land between a rock and a hard place, and threatens to send me back when I misbehave particularly badly. He's half-kidding about Arkansas, of course, but he says there's morons everywhere. As it turns out, there are backward rednecks in Colorado, to as this article describes:
Daddy makes fun of Arkansas as a backward, redneck filled strip of land between a rock and a hard place, and threatens to send me back when I misbehave particularly badly. He's half-kidding about Arkansas, of course, but he says there's morons everywhere. As it turns out, there are backward rednecks in Colorado, to as this article describes:
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