Archive for November 8th, 2005

When in Walked a Man With a Gun in His Hand

Tuesday, November 8th, 2005

Ahhhhh, sweet home Dundee…which really doesn’t have the right number of syllables to work does it? Anyway, today I will regale you of my shallow, politically incorrect and highly prejudicial views of hunting and hillbillies and what better way to start it off than with a Skynyrd lyric? Hey! I’ll even let you in on one of my dirty little secrets: I love me some Skynyrd. Their songs make me giggle. Oh! And here’s another freebe for ya: When my aunt was trying to trace the family tree things got mighty vague beyond Great Grandpa B. According to the records, he just sorta magically appeared from out of the hills of Kentucky one day and set up camp wherever it was that he set up camp. No doubt because they aint got no need to be keepin birthin records up there in them hills of ol’ Kentuck. So you see, I’m genetically predisposed to liking Skynyrd…it’s in my blood!