The last straw was my brother.

The last straw was my brother. A common misconception about country folk is that we only care about our dogs. Family be damned, but if anything should happen to our dog watch out.

It all started like a bad Waylon Jennings song. Somebody stole my truck. Then, my girl ran off with this dude. I don’t know what was so appealing about this guy. Sure, he drives a monster truck, but he has buckteeth. I guess you could say buck teeth if he has enough teeth to count for buckteeth.

Somebody shot my dog. I was sad, but what really got me was when I found my brother. He was shot, stabbed, budged, and drown. That pissed me off.