And I love the last two paragraphs:
"I was just sitting in my living room, I had a gentleman walk up on my front porch. He's in his underwear, he's all bloody, he's got a rope around his neck," the caller said.
"He was claiming that somebody was trying to kill him and just about that time there was a pick up truck coming down the road. It kind of caught me real off guard."
I’m thinking someone’s family tree didn’t branch.
“Do you take your sister to be your lawfully wedded wife”
“S3!t yea lets’d git’er done!”
“I now pronounce you brother and wife...er, Husband and sister...er....ah... Oh hell where’s the shine, I need a drink”
These two are 61 and 54, respectively? I had them figured for their 80s for sure. Meth. It’s a wonder drug.
“I was just sitting in my living room, I had a gentleman walk up on my front porch. He’s in his underwear, he’s all bloody, he’s got a rope around his neck,” the caller said”
Typical hillbilly Saturday night.