Our colleague, Ed Nelson (Nielson, as I'm sure he, his old man and Mama would prefer) likely agrees with his fellow Southerner that the barnyard fare was a much needed refresher for our FWG, and simply pulled us out of the doldrums of a 16 year-long rut of TPS Reports, topless driving, tidbits of all kinds, and WMC's constant pestering of the lovely library interns.
Now just a cotton-pickin' minute, Padre. With a rather tough last name like Margalotti, you'd allow yerself to omit a letter in his? Tsk, tsk, partner. Tsk, tsk.
...and when was the last time you saw us bring up anything related to pro rasslin', The Rock, Tiffy Time, 24-inch pythons, or even proceeded to layeth the smacketh down on somebody's candy ass inside the squared circle?
We haven't, by golly, and that's the bottom line 'cuz the half-drunk redneck, and his loyal dairy cow said so.