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HillBilly Memories

There was a reporter from the city stuck in a small mountainous town in W.Va. He decided to use the time by getting a good story to submit to his boss. He saw an old man sitting outside a local store and went over to begin the interview.“Sir, I am writing a story about people in this area and would like to include an interesting story from you. Is there any particular story that you would like to share?“The old hillbilly smiled to himself as he thought back on a time. „Well, thar was the time I lost my sheep. We gathered up a bunch of the boys, got some moonshine in us and went off after it. When we found the sheep, we all took turns screwing it….my, that was fun!“The reporter couldn’t write a story about that so he asked for another.“Well, when my neighbor’s wife got lost, we all gathered up and got drunk and went out to look for her. We had a good time taking turns with her when we found her, too. Damn that was a lot of fun!“The reporter was frustrated. „Sir, I can’t submit a story like that. Maybe you oughta tell me about a not so fun time you had.““Well,“ the hillbilly said as he fidgited in his chair, he looked up at the reporter with a pained expression, „thar was that time „I“ got lost…“

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