Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up
his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak.
But, all of Bubba's neighbors were Catholic.
But, all of Bubba's neighbors were Catholic.
And since it was Lent, they were forbidden from
eating meat on Friday.
The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks
The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks
was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful
that they finally talked to their priest.
The Priest came to visit Bubba, and suggested
The Priest came to visit Bubba, and suggested
that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Bubba attended
After several classes and much study, Bubba attended
Mass ... And as the Priest sprinkled holy water over
him, he said, "You were born a Baptist,
and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic.
Bubba's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday
Bubba's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday
night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of
grilled venison filled the neighborhood.
The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and,
The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and,
as he rushed into Bubba's yard, clutching a rosary and
prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy
There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy
water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling
meat and chanted:
"You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer,
but now you is a catfish."
Redneck solutions call for making the complex and unfathomable, solvable and simple....
ReplyDeleteNothing a redneck can't do...Now you is a catfish! I love it!
ReplyDeleteWe be all 'bout 'dem catfish steaks up in hea'.
ReplyDeleteLL, thank you!
ReplyDeleteRandy, I is?
ReplyDeleteScotty, Yum's the word.
ReplyDeleteLMAO :-)
ReplyDeleteRednecks rock. Yes they do.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day Odie. ☺
I must be a redneck, 'cause the grill lights up more than the oven.
ReplyDeleteEver noticed that Redneck Envy in Washington, DC? Makes them crazy, and then you get all those crazy laws. Sheesh!! :)
ReplyDelete2T2, that's my job.
ReplyDeleteSandee, yes we do.
ReplyDeleteEuripides, no sense heating up the house in a desert.
ReplyDeleteTrailbee, you must be a redneck if you ....
ReplyDeleteA lot of cafeteria Catholics try to get away with that.
ReplyDeleteMany a true word, as they say...
edutcher, it would have been easier to have neighborhood barbecues on Saturdays.
ReplyDeleteOne hasn't lived until he's been a Redneck on Saturday nite.
ReplyDeleteI see you've been driving through my neighborhood....
ReplyDeleteRon, not every night?
ReplyDeleteDS, I hass ta see what dat sweet lady is doin.
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