Hey! I admire your writing and the way you explain things. Some of the comments on here too are insightful. I appreciate you. keep it up!
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Dusty -- The intervention already occured. Didn't take.
Jim -- The Miss. Mud source you referenced is one Mr. Dale Kurkanian. He sells the jars for $5 out of his garage. You can contact him at:
Dale
PO Box 1975
Kiln, MS 39556
Sports Fan -- Order before the New Year and you not only receive the shirt, but you get the pants too!
Malone -- Just 16 jars left. That's only one case. You can want to go through Dale (see above). Note, however, that Dale only ships to incorporated locales. Legal stuff. Is your village incorporated?
Are there still any jars left? I would like to buy a few cases for my village.
Throw in one of those shirts and you've got yourself a deal!
This is just fantastic!! So hysterical!! And you look damn good rustified!!
juddie; author, blogger, man about town and heart throb (ask my wife) and now the billy mays reincarnation pitchman! this is good, with credit to your mississippi mud source and camera man; incorporate now, sell shares and retire ...i expect to see you selling a fishing rod which fits in your sock soon to be followed by a sewing machine that pops out of a pocket coin purse...this is not a minor tremor in the sales field, but a landscape changing charge off the voltage meter, like the one that created the yellowstone park valley or the internet...good going and sell sell sell...remember there is always room at the top
Juddy...Love the piece no pun intended...got my hair dyed the other day so I'll catch you in 5 weeks with that bottle..
Great Year of Articles Bud...Cheers to the NEW Twins Stadium!
Yes Billy did die after bumping his head.
WTF? Mississippi Mud?, more like Butt Mudd.
I can't believe you wiped that poop on your face!!
First oil, now this. Judd, I am going to host an intervention for you.
Very creative.
Keefer -- Yes, they're calling it "Chilly's Steam of Constachness."
Duke -- Good question. But it depends: is there still some pepper left, or is it all salt? And I think that Billy Mays died of a freak accident a day after knocking his head on a bumpy plane landing. Yes?
what if my beard already looks like his, do i have to spend the dough...you could take over for billy whatever who died of a cocaine overdose and be the new informerical man.
Wow!
Well, I have on occasion urged you to explore writing at an ad agency -- advice which you apparently rejected. But here it is: a latent, deep-seated, hidden, secret desire to write ads!
Come on out the the ad closet Judd -- you know you want to be an ad agency guy.
omg judd.
LOL
what are you doing *wipes tear*
can i get just the piece of shit hat? What about about a Chilly Stash Cream? Good fun!