User talk:Bobleesag

Wal, last Saurday I hapnd pon a yung felr by name of Jonny Lang. Real inchrestin careactor, that one. Only 16 yeers young, gots the brane of a seenteen yeer ol'! HE strums the geetar like Jimmie Rodgers hisself! That thar boy done got drafted into sevris! But he's a-hopin to be a blues geetar plyer. 'Pon his return from Gannystan, whar they be a-fightin' the war for oile, hes gon reseev a medal! Reminds me of Veeitname, whar we done some craaaaaaaazy shit, sonny. LEt me tell you 'bout them search 'n destroy michions, boy. We was flyin divebombers over the Hoechi Min Trail. We done got shot down by some red gooks over yonder. Yeller sons of bitches. The plane landed 'pon one of them their gras hula huts o theres, n my sorry ass fell plum into a tree! Damn paireeshoot. Got me hog tied real good. Spent all nite hangin in that thar tree, finaly got meself down, falled into the crik! A damn good place to land, f y'all ask me. Now I gots to fine my way back to the infanteers Reggie Mint, 17 miles behind me, er maybe in front of me. So I'm a-wackin my way throu the jungle, it's thickr 'n hoss hair in Alaska. N me with no machet. Had to claw my way through, scratched a nipper n the face, took his machet! His gun don't work, cuz it was made by the Russkies. Wal, nows abut beer time, so I gots to be a-moseyin on. Talk to y'all later! Now I do believe on'es got the right to tell his own story on this here site, so why dont y'all please give me a turn?