Sunday, February 20, 2011
Wikipedia City Slickers
"The episode makes frequent references to dialogue gaffes in the film, such as Luther Strickland referring to his farm as a 'walnut ranch,' and the gas attendant's pronunciation of 'homicidal' and 'fromokaidal.' "
Them there damn city slickers ain't got no clue nohow. Can't talk shop about no walnut ranching until you've broken in your first walnut.
Ornery little bastards. Have your both hands full just staying in the saddle.
I still remember my first walnut rodeo back in '86. The dust, the sweat, and the blood.
Was that little fucker or me in the end. He broke my leg; I broke hisn.
Had to shoot him. Did you ever try shooting a walnut bucking on three legs?
Emptied a whole mag of .45 ACP at him. Was all over the corral, that fucker.
Government should have bombed Wikipedia long ago. Little bastard commie compadres of that pinko traitor Assange.
Come to my walnut ranch and wrestle some bull nuts before you spread un-American stories about hardworking, taxpaying, god-fearing country folks. You go take yourself a leaf out of Sarah Palin's books. Never seen a cowgirl shoot them nuts quite like she does, no, sir.
'Cept maybe Dick Cheney. And before I had her books read out to me, we never had any toilet paper on the ranch nohow.
Them there damn city slickers ain't got no clue nohow. Can't talk shop about no walnut ranching until you've broken in your first walnut.
Ornery little bastards. Have your both hands full just staying in the saddle.
I still remember my first walnut rodeo back in '86. The dust, the sweat, and the blood.
Was that little fucker or me in the end. He broke my leg; I broke hisn.
Had to shoot him. Did you ever try shooting a walnut bucking on three legs?
Emptied a whole mag of .45 ACP at him. Was all over the corral, that fucker.
Government should have bombed Wikipedia long ago. Little bastard commie compadres of that pinko traitor Assange.
Come to my walnut ranch and wrestle some bull nuts before you spread un-American stories about hardworking, taxpaying, god-fearing country folks. You go take yourself a leaf out of Sarah Palin's books. Never seen a cowgirl shoot them nuts quite like she does, no, sir.
'Cept maybe Dick Cheney. And before I had her books read out to me, we never had any toilet paper on the ranch nohow.
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Julian Assange,
movies,
Sarah Palin
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