Trying to say things normally would ab-so-lutely dee-stroy one o' the typical stereotypes that most o' my feller 'mericans believe to be true.
Like tumbleweeds dancin' 'cross our unpaved, beaten down, dirt roads. It ain't true, folks. We got them there bricked streets in town, by gum.
It takes years o' practice, Padre, n' even now, I sure as the dickens ain't mastered the com-plete Texican vo-cabulary,. Heck fer, I was incubated n' hatched here! If'n I can't master it, hearin' it most ev'ry single day, who can?
As fer me playin' this here game, while speakin' in this here native tongue o' my brethren, n' all the while wearin' this here b-e-a-utiful hat atop my long-haired cranium when doin' so...
*takes off the 10-gallon Stetson hat*
...the alternative is this halfway educated, 7-day a week working stiff, who would be just about as boring as watching paint dry...
*puts the hat back on*
...er one o' WMC's typical musin's. 😂
Just jerkin' yer chain there, WMC. You ain't near'n as bad as all I make you out to be.
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