By: Jefferson Davis Hogg Jr.
Former Mayor
Dewphus Hogg has filed charges of espionage and defamation of character in a
100 million dolah lawsuit against that gawd awful news rag the New Yankee
Times. He’s accusin' them of trying to do him and his good friends in, by
disclosing top secret financial records on Ridgeway's "Pig on the Ridge".
For years our
pompous former Mayor and friend Dom Dommer sponsored the event and the Town
was to receive most of the proceeds. Well the Times has discovered secret
high interest savings
accounts, CD's
and checking accounts at the First Possum Bank in Possum Holler, First Big
Uns Bank up in Sugar Tit, and First Bank of the Confederacy in Bug Tussell.
They made hundreds of thousands of dolahs and their best friends benefited
from the investments which brings us to the best part of the Times story.
Our former Mayor
decided to have a good ole boys party on the Island of Sumbitch, South
Carolina and Mayor Hogg decided to invite his best friend and radio talk
king, Pus Limpballs to be his special guest. Mayor Hogg was pushing an
investment opportunity in his new high powered Vietra. It was guaranteed to
lift the spirits of the 50 men in attendance. Boss’s advertisement says; if
an erection last more than 4 hours, forget Doc Quackenbush, most of us ain't
had that much fun playin' with ourselves since we was 13. Besides, I can't
even see mine, but after one of them pills, I can feel like a fresh
circumcised zucchini that’s just right firm and small.
Well Pus
Liimballs jumped at the opportunity to own the first bottle. Having all
those previous marriages end on a limp court
order,
this was just what the doctor ordered. Doc Quackenbush gave him a bottle,
with his name on it to disguise, due to Pus's problems since the C.I.A.,
"the Confederate Intelligence Agency" had been after him for years for
popping pills in his big mouth.
Well when Pus
arrived back home in his private jet at "little Israel by the sea" he was
detained for several hours when ex-Mayor Hoggs un-prescribed Vietra was
discovered.
Po ole Pus; just
think, what is the one who preaches family values, accusin' Ted of womanizin',
is homophobic, the Prez's best friend, Pat Robertson and James Dobson’s 20
million man mouthpiece, the Christian Rights hero in arms, doing with 30
Vietra pills? He ain't even hitched no more.
Well, the New
Yankee times went after Boss and Pus with a vengeance and Bill O'Really
tried to come to their defense, but the icing on the cake, which so called
“ended the controversy," was when the Boss wife, sweet plump Lulu stood side
by side with Boss and Pus and insisted she gave him the Viegra as fertilizer
for Pus's vegetable and flower garden. She said “The tomato plants would be
firm and hard with no need for stakin” and Pus just loved Lulu's beautiful
white Pearly Gates Mornin' Glories. I’ve never seen a Mornin' Glory without
a fence, but Lulu claimed her vines were all rigid and the flowers more
beautiful from Boss' Vietra fertilizer. The press was hard pressed to
counter sweet Lulu and the Christian Right sang praises to the Pearly Gates
Morning Glory!
As Saint Peter
and Jesus looked down on all the commotion, Peter looked over at Jesus and
said "you created them" whence Jesus replied "Peter, you’ve lied too,” which
Saint Peter replied "I hope they have air conditioning cause I already know
what you got planned for that crowd!”
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GRANDMA HOGG IN COURT
Lawyers should never ask a Southern grandma a question if they aren't
prepared for the answer. In a trial, a Southern smalltown prosecuting
attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the
stand.
He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know me?"
She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since
you were a young boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me.
You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate people and talk about them
behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains
to realize you never will amount to anything more than a twobit paper
pusher. Yes, I know you."
The lawyer was stunned! Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the
room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?"
She again replied, "Why, yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a
youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't
build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the
worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three
different women, one of them was your wife. Yes, I know him."
The defense attorney almost died. The judge asked both counselors to
approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said, "If either of you
idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you to the electric
chair."
Bubba, Boss Hogg Junior and the
Blonde
Bubba and Junior were standing at the base of a
flagpole, looking up. A blond lady walked by and asked what they were doing.
"We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole," said Bubba, "but we
don't have a ladder."
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the
pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement
& announced, "Eighteen feet, six inches," and walked away.
Junior shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a dumb blond? We
ask for the height, and she gives us the length.”
Bubba and Junior are currently supervising the reconstruction of New
Orleans. |