The Redneck Square

Nah this is a story all about how

My life got flipped turned upside down

I’d like to take a minute

Just sit right there

I’ll tell ya how I went from redneck to a pencil pusher square

 

In west of Virginia born and raised

In the farmland is where I spent most of my days

Ridin’ my tractor and milkin’ them cows

And workin’ in the sun with sweat on my brow

When a couple of suits

Brought the economy down

And there weren’t no more jobs in my happy little town

I couldn’t pay one little bill and the wifey got scared

She said well now you gotta pencil push I said that just ain’t fair

 

So I hoped on my tractor and slugged down a beer

Walked inside the building, there was nuthin’ but queers

Well I guess I gotta stay and bring home the bacon

But this sure gonna take a whole lotta fakin’

 

I sat at my desk from 7 til 8

And I yelled at my soul, “Bye bye see ya later!”

I looked all around

And I just couldn’t bear

To spend my life as a pencil pusher square!

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Oops we did it again!

Yessiree folks, that’s right.  We dun landed in the black hole again.  Nah, that’s the tricky thing ‘bout these black holes, you tell yerself you ain’t gonna fall in it no more, then, ‘fore you know it, yer smack dab down in the middle of it’s big asshole cavity again.  So, nah, this time Earl and Eugene had to get real serious ‘bout this.  Whut we mean by that is, we’ve had to start seeing many a white coats.  They be checkin’ our blood, piss, and brains real good like.  And know whut they found?  We BOTH got’s The Moto.  Don’t get scared away now, this might sound technical.  The Moto, aka Hashimoto’s hypothyroidism is a red headed bastard of a disease.  Here’s whut happened to us.

Eugene: Well Eugeney started noticing his quick movin’ vermin huntin’ skills was slowin’ down fer some reason.  One day, he was sittin’ in his rocker and looked down at whut used to be his knees.  You know whut he saw?  Why, he saw real puffy like mush balloons like his grammammy had!  Whut in the hell!?  Well, then his hair started fallin’ out right from his head!  Next he was gettin’ real real sad and lockin’ himself up in Earl’s barn for hours on end.  Only one he talked to was Betsy the cow.  Eugene was even startin’ to snooze while he was standin’!  And here’s whut else happened.  He was wonderin’ why he was shiverin’ all the time like a wussy and he couldn’t even doo doo no more.  Well folks, he was fallin’ apart, that’s for sure.

Earl:  Nah, errone knows Earl is one of the strongest rednecks in the whole country south right?  Well, one day Earl realized he couldn’t haul them bricks like he used too.  And, you remember when we told you Earl dun sh!t himself right?  Well, seemed like he was losing control of all his bodily functions and that includes memory folks.  Why, Earl didn’t know if he was comin’ or goin’.  And Earl knew somethin’ was wrong so he dun made lots and lots of white coat appointments but missed them all cause he couldn’t remember which days and times they were.   Earl was goin’ up in the tree every night and crying and howling like a lonesome wolf.  Know whut else happened to Earl?  Well, his eyelids got real big and red and puffy and he dun started lookin’ like one of them chiney folks.  Flashin’ sign number one folks:  Earl stopped drinkin’ moonshine!! YES, he STOPPED drinkin’ the moonshine.  End of story.

Nah, doctor says we both gots to take this pill, erry day for the rest of our natural lives.  Ain’t that a bitch.

Next up folks…We on to see them head shrinky white coats!  Yes, that’s right folks, pencil pushin’ dun tore us apart, mind, body, and soul.  Let’s hope we can get ‘em back.  This one big mighty mountain to climb.

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Pencil Pusher Black Hole

Hey folks!  This is Eugene and Earl here, checking back in.  Well, the last few weeks have been mighty bumpy, like going off road in a dooshbag volkswagon instead of yer tractor.  You may have noticed that we’ve been MIA and here’s why: We been sucked up into a big black pencil pusher hole, kinda like having yer pecker lost up in a bat cave pussy!

Here’s what started it all…One day, big brother called Eugene into one of them BORED rooms.  And then dun told him he better stop writing about pussy on Big Brothers watch and that they’d be watching even closer now!  Well that just sent us on a downward spiral real bad like.  Well the only joy we had during the day was talkin’ to you folks about tits and pussy!  Now since we couldn’t write at work, we were stuck doing pencil pushin’ all day, err day.  We dun landed in a black hole of depression and despair.  Earl went up in the tree almost err night with his whiskey and tried to drink his misery away. Why, it wasn’t even fun anymore.  Eugene would just crack a big bottle of moonshine over his head errday he got home to knock himself out.  That went on for a while, and then it turned from bad to worse. Yes sir, we hit rock bottom.  One morning, Earl woke up and was sitting in bed trying to will himself to get up, when he felt a mighty big fart coming on.  This made him happy because Earl likes to let a good one rip every now and then. So, he was petting his critter and he just let it fly.  Well then he felt something warm and wet in his pants.  Something did not go right.  He dun sh!t his pants!!  Well then Earl panicked and screamed for his wifey, yelling “Woman, Woman! I dun shit myself!! This job is takin’ everything away from me! I can’t even control my own bodily functions anymore!!  This damn job has dun turned me into a baby old man farm animal. Why I should be sleeping in the barn with a diaper on!”.  Meanwhile, Eugene would come home from the pencil hut, grumbling and huffing and puffin’, and barking at his wifey and buzzards.  Soon as he sit on his keister, he would fall into a deep disturbed nightmarish slumber.  He was dreamin’ ‘bout his pencil pusher bossman waving his donkey in his face, and that his own donkey dun turned into a mangina!  Why, pencil pushin’ made him a nasty narcoleptic!  This is from severe boredom and lack of good old sunlight folks!  Since he was sleeping all the time his donkey forgot how to work and he wasn’t letting Lucinda ride it no more.  If this keep up, she’ll be out in the field ridin’ the bull and god knows whut else instead of Eugene!  Well darn, the redneck rebel deep down in our bones ain’t gonna let no pale pencil pusher keep us from writing about titties, sex, or vagina.  No way, no how!  So, this here is for Big Brother who’s probably watching right now…. We likes us some good ol’ fuckin, pussies, titties, dick suckin’ blow jobs, rim jobs, salad tossin’, tea baggin’, and strap on lesbian sexin’!!  That’s right.

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The Hoe Down FREAK!

SWING YER PARTNER TO AND FRO

DANCE UNTIL YOU CANT NO MO’

GIT REAL LOW AND TOUCH THE GROUND

COME ON SOMBITCH MAKE ME PROUD!

 

THROW HER UP IN THE AIR

THEN SPIN AROUND LIKE YOU GOT NO CARES

CATCH THAT LADY AND THROW IN A DIP

BETTER BE CAREFUL DON’T LOSE THAT GRIP!

 

DO THE JIG AND MAKE A STOMP

COME ON BABY SHAKE YOUR ROMP

GIRATE AND TWIRL THEM HIPS ABOUT

OPEN THEM LIPS AND LOUDLY SHOUT

 

DOSEY DOE AND DOSEY DO

I’M HAVING FUN, HOW ‘BOUT YOU?

JIGGLE YOUR BELLY AND CLAP YER HANDS

KEEP ON GOING, YER GAINING FANS

 

GRAB YER PARTNER PULL ‘EM CLOSE

GIT SO SWEATY YE NEED A HOSE

CLAP YER HANDS ABOVE YER HEAD

YOU FOLKS ARE HOT LIKE FIRE RED

 

GIVE YER LADY A KISS ON THE CHEEK

GET HER EXCITED AND SHE’LL START TO LEAK

YEAH YOU FELLAS KNOW WHUT I’M TAKING ‘BOUT

LATER ON SHE’LL SCREAM AND SHOUT

 

SPIN YER HEAD AND SHAKE YER HAIR

SHAKE IT HARD I FREAKIN’ DARE

MOVE IT FAST THEN MOVE IT SLOW

BEND DOWN AND KISS YER LADY’S TOE

 

KEEP ON GOIN’ DON’T YOU QUIT

YER SO HOT I NEED OVEN MITS

DONT GIT SHY AND DONT BE MEEK

ERRONE DO THE HOE DOWN FREAK!

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Oh Woe is a Pencil Pusher

OHH IT’S BAD AND IT’S SAD AND IT MAKES ME FEEL MAD

PENCIL PUSHIN MADE ME FORGET WHY I WAS GLAD

MAKES WET COME OUT MAH EYES AND CHEST FEEL TIGHT

WELL IF IT FEELS SO BAD IT JUST CAN’T BE RIGHT

HOLDING IN STRESS ALL DAY LONG

TRYING TO GET IT ALL OUT IN A SONG

MY BODY FEELS TENSE AND MY BRAIN GETS DENSE

OH HOW AND WHY DID WE TAKE THIS PATH

CAN’T GET THE VERMIN OUT OF ME EVEN IN A BATH

OH WE EITHER GOTS TO SELL OUR BODY OR OUR BRAINS

BODY WE CHOOSE CAUSE HERE THERE AINT NO GAINS

SORRY MAMMY N PAPPY WE JUST NEED TO BE JOLLY

EVEN IF IT MEANS NUDY DANCIN ON THE POLEY

I NEED TO KEEP MY SOUL SO THE CLOTHES GOT TO GO

MY BRAINS WILL RECOVER AND WE’LL BE BROKE NO MO’!

OH SOMEONE PLEASE HELP WE’RE IN REAL DESPAIR

WELL I SURE DO HOPE IT AINT BEYOND REPAIR

THIS IS WORKING AGAINST MY SOUL MIND AND BODY

MAKES ME GO CRY LIKE A GIRLY ON THE POTTY

STOMACH FEELS ON FIRE AND I GREW A SPARE TIRE

THIS JOB MAKES OUR LIVES OH SO DIRE

WE’RE SO INFECTED AND IT’S BEYOND BAD STRESS

AIN’T NOTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT SHOULD CREATE SUCH A MESS

LATELY I BEEN FEELIN’ LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD IS CRAZY INSANE

OH YES THEY ARE, WHEN I LEAVE AINT NEVER PUSHIN A PENCIL AGAIN

SEE ERRONE FERGOT WHUT THE GOOD LIFE IS ALL ABOUT

THIS WHOLE WORLD WENT GREEDY AND NOW WE’RE IN A DRAUGHT

LETS ALL GIT HAPPY AND GO BACK TO SIMPLE LIVIN’

SUNSHINE AND FRESH AIR AND NEIGHBORLY GIVIN’

HAPPY OLD HONKEY’S AND SNORTING PIGGY SWINE

CHERRY PIE AND MOONSHINE OH THAT’S HOW WE’LL DINE

WE TRIED FER THE AMERICAN DREAM AND ENDED UP A NIGHTMARE

LETS GIT SMART BEFORE OUR HEARTS AND SOULS ARE BARE

NO MORE LIES OR STEALIN’ PEOPLE’S MONEY

JUST HONEST HARD WORK AND MAKIN’ LOVE TO YER HONEY  

SO LETS ALL REBEL ONCE AND FER ALL 

AND BE RID OF ALL THIS VERMIN … BIG OR SMALL

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A World of Pussy

Well folks, God played a funny trick on us all, or happy trick you might say. Whatever a ladyfella eats all the time, well that’s what her vagina starts to smell and taste like. Ever hear the sayin’ you are what you eat? Well this makes basic sense. That’s what comes out your pores and bodily cavities. So, aside from all the different vagina types and moods well there’s a cultural element to pussy! Yes fellas, pussy is a complicated phenomenon!

 

Asian pussy – taste like wonton and tea

 

Mexican – taco twat

 

Indian – curried cunt

 

Puerto Rican Pussy – adobo funk

 

Jamaican – just like chicken … jerk dark meat, that is

 

Redneck lady fella – potayters n corn

 

Italian – garlic and a nice-a-sauce  

 

English- crumpets and tea.

 

Irish – beer ‘n cabbage 

 

Greek – feta cheese and grape leaves  

 

German – kalbsschnitzel

 

Russian – tastes just like vodka

 

Wordly vagina – fusion flavors

 

 

See https://bruthersgizzer.wordpress.com/2009/01/30/i-got-vagina-on-the-mind/ and https://bruthersgizzer.wordpress.com/2009/03/26/vagina-its-got-a-mind-of-its-own/) for more pussy analysis!

 

Fill us in if we left any out folks!

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Chip N’ Dip

Why hello there. Nah, crazy cousin Dip, his brother name is Chip. You might ask why would two parents name their kids Chip n’ Dip? Well, they was two fat hongry sombitches, that’s why. HAHARHAR. Bertha, and Georgey. In town we call em “Big Bertha and Georgy Gorgy.” Match made in heaven that’s fer sho’. Georgey gots a brother named Chuck but strange nuff, he ain’t fat. Chuck is a lean mean tractor fixin’ machine. HARHAR.  He gots big bulgin’ muscles and he make sweat all day layin’ under tracter hoods. That Chuck well he can fix anything. Big Bertha makes cup cakes n sells ’em in town. Georgey is a plumber. I thinky thats where the term “plumber crack came from”. Well that fat pipe fixer always got his butt cheek crack hangin’ out. Chip is a dumb fool and he’s only got 2 front teeth. Well the others just never grew in.  Poor Dip had all his teeth knocked out so wear them dentures that be flyin’ out. This motley crew likes to travel round the south goin’ to the county fairs and the redneck olympics. I bet you ain’t shocked to find out that Georgey Gorgy does the hot dog eatin’ contest. Ya’ll already know dip does the lip touchin’ nose tricks and sings his ditty, “dippity doo daaa.” Big Bertha does the pie eatin’ contest. Only woman heavyweight to win 2 “quickie” pie ovens. She also got the biggest camel toe you ever did see!  And it always look like it’s about to bust right out of those pants.  She can’t buy pants big enough for it.  Well Chip only knows how to say ’bout 3 words and pretends to know all the others. He just makes some crazy sounds. Most folks just smile and pretend they know what he sayin.’ Chip just cheers on the rest of the family, he aint smart ‘nuff to do no tricks on his own. Nah sometimes Chuck goes but he likes to stay outta this mess. When they invite him he say, “Chuck here don’t play.” Thats what he tells errone in town too. And he’s a scary fella. But when he does go to the fairs, his event is bustin’ wood wit his forehead. Ain’t no wood he can’t bust up. And he just pluck the splinters right on out his forehead. Mr. Meeyogie aint got nothin’ on this muscley redneck! How do ya like them apples !?

 

 

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Chip on the left, Dip on the right:

 

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“I don’t play” Chuck:

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Hey folks, if you need a refresher on Cousin’ Dip, check this out…   https://bruthersgizzer.wordpress.com/2009/02/24/oh-dip/

 

 

 

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Whipped by the pussy? Hypnotized by the Dick?

Well hi there. Today I want to talk about something that happens to all us folks at one time or another. If you’re a man who loves the ladies, I bet that you’ve been pussy whipped at least once in your life. Nah, what are the symptoms of being pussy whipped you may ask. Well, the first sign is if she says “jump” and you say “how high, honey?”. HARHAR. You get the idea. Another sign; you get real scared when she’s mad at you. It don’t matter that she’s five foot two and one hundred pounds. That shedevil scur the wits out ya. You find yerself doing things for this woman that you won’t even do for yer granmammie. Plunging toilets, fixing pipes, and girl talkin’ with her family. You might find yerself watching chick flicks and doing whut she likes to do that you almost forgit what you like! You may say to yerself one day, “Dang, I haven’t shot me a gofer in a long while!” Nah, the opposite of being pussy whipped is being Dickmatized, or as us rednecks like to call it, Donkyatized. Well it don’t have to be the best dick in the world, but when a lady is dickmatized, a lady think you’re her knight in shining armor. Like she rumpunzel and you’re her prince climbing up her hair. She’ll cook for you, rub yer back, and even clip yer toenails. Well, even if you an ugly sombitch, you look mighty handsome to her. It’s crazy folks. People who have one of these conditions see the world though one of them funny funhouse mirrors. Everything looks different to you than how it really is. The world is all roses and pie. Nah here’s where it get hairy. If you have two lesbian ladyfella’s, are they both pussy whipped? Or is the manlady pussy whipped and the lady lady dickmatized? Well, since the man lady wears a strap on, I say the lady lady is strapmatized! yessiree. Well how bout the gays? I say the man man is buttmatized and the lady man is dickmatized. That make sense folks? HARHAR

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Dud and Corny: Well, that says it all folks

Well this here is Dud and he’s a real snooze. He’s pencil pusher dooshbag. He sits behind a desk all day and pushes the push pad and clicks the clicker. Dud likes to talk a whole lot ’bout boring nonsense. Well he walks around the office and calls errone buddy.  He aint got no life ’cause he come in early and leave real late. And when he do go out, he go out with the “team.” Whut’s all this pencil pusher team talk? Last I checked, no one was playin’ baseball in the devil hut. They’re just fellow pencil pushers, that’s all they is.  Why, they ain’t even really like each other.  It’s just that they spend so much time together it’s a like a fake pretend family that you never wanted. When me and mah buddy fix a tractor, we don’t say, “Hey, nice job teammate buddy!” Why? ‘Cause it sounds like we’re homo fags if we say that. Well I just say, “Thanks Chuck.” Well I know why they call err one teammate in the devil hut. They wants you to think you’re all one. If one sucks, err one sucks, so you go yell at someone if they don’t push pencils fast enough. But if you called Chuck, Chuck instead o teammate or buddy, well then he’d just be Chuck. Anyway, Dud giggles in front of his screen and sends boring emails to his buddies ’bout cars and watches and ladyfellas on TV. Why? ’cause Dud and his buddies can’t get no good pussy. Well a redneck lady will ride you like a bull. But those pencil pusher ladies are weak and got veal meat muscles. They tire easily! Why, watchin’ two pencil pushers fuck is like watchin slugs crawl on the side walk. Put some muscle in it folks.  Pencil pushers don’t even work up a sweat when they fucking!  Who heard of such a thing. If they do get sweaty they say, “Well dang, I’m sweating, this is yucky”.  They just backwards folks.  That’s all I’m saying.   

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And this here is Dud’s manager, Corny.  His nose is always buried in the crackberry.  I see him walking down the hallway walking into walls and doors cause of it.  He think he gettin’ real work done, but he’s really just actin’ like a crackhead fool.  He likes to say things like “reach out”, “keep me in the loop”, “be proactive”, “please advise”, “nice job pal”, “let’s escalate this”.  Here’s his favorite, “Am I juggling with apples or grenades here?”.  Nah I take personal offense to this one because my pappy was in the Korean war and he really did handle grenades.  Nah, yer pushin’ pencils, so don’t go comparing it to fucking grenades.  If you even saw a grenade you’d probably scream like hyena and shit yer pants you pencil pusher dooshbag.  You wouldn’t know what to do with it, let alone juggle the goddamn thing.  Shit.   Nah, back to the story….  Errday at the end of the night Dud has to give Corny a report.  You know whut they call this report?? A DUMP!!! Yes folks, DUMP is a widely used term in pencil pusher land.  That alone should tell you that something ain’t right there!  Corny be sendin’ Dud emails that say, “Corny, come take yer dump.”  HARHAR  Sometimes the dumb report is all wrong and you know whut they call that?  A Bad Dump!! HARHAR, that make my belly jiggle.

 

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VAGINA: It’s Got A MIND OF It’s Own!

Yes that’s right fellas, just like yer woman, a vagina gots a different mood err day. And here’s the kicker, it may or may not be in the same mood as yer woman! You might think, well I did this yesterday and the vagina was happy, so I’ll do it again today. Right? Wrong! Truth is, the vagina might not be likin’ the same thing as yesterday. Yesterday the pussy was feelin’ romantic, today it want a donkey thrashin’. You just never know. So what do you do fellas? Well you ask the pussy, and hope yer woman answers. HARHAR. No folks I’m just kiddin’.  You look for the signs. If yer woman lookin’ at the paint on the walls and yer plowin’ away, well maybe you need to swivel yer hips and go nice and slow. If yer lickin’ the pussy and she be movin’ yer head by yer ears like a nintendo remote, well maybe you need to stop fightin’ her and let her hold yer head. If yer going nice and slow and she’s fallin’ asleep, well speed it up fellas!  Take the cues and you’ll be on yer way to being a great pussy pleaser, just like me. HARHAR

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