Well, frends, I reckon I kin share wif yu (‘specshully since Wiggly dun pade me fer it) the story o’ how I cain’t find myself a wummun.

Now I know that sum o’ ya’ll think Secund Life ain’t ‘bout nuffin’ BUT sex.  If’n that am true, I ain’t seen it yet, but it don’t hurt nun to find out.

Miz HoJo has been tu bizzy wif her new klub tu egg-splain the virtul birds n’ bees tu me, so I figgered that sum o’ my lady frends mite be willin’ tu du so n’ in the process I mite find a wife o’ at pre-haps a steddy gal-frend.

Now I had alreddy axed Miz Dianna Defiant tu marry me a long time back, n’ troo tu her name she sed no, but in sich a perlite way that I reckoned we cood still bee frends.  She proberly has a dozin rich fellers a-courtin’ her, ennyhow. But Miz Di did invite me not only fer a fishin’ trip but tu a hillbilly dance par-tee at a place name a’ Club Eros.  Well that-thar name sorgested nekkid foolin’ round, so I sed “yep” n’ wint.

No nekkid folks, but we did have us a reel good time as y’all kin see from my fotos. The place wuz fixed up wif pitchers o’ them-thar Duke boys, a reel workin’ outhouse, a still, an’ all kinds o’ hillbilly life-styles excessuries. Miz Di n’ Pappy stepped out rite nice (n’ I taught the hole groop how tu clog).  We wun ourselves 250 Lindens each, kin yu berleeve it?

Still, Pappy didn’t meet no wimmin of the marryin’ (or evun kissin’ bee-hind the smokehouse) kind.  But I had me a nuther idear. . . that ended in a furst-rate dee-sastur (tu bee corntinued)

Why, fiddle-d-do, Miz Di. I wuz bein’ coy (an’ not quite dee-reck) wen I dun sed sumwhar (in a blob at my pro-file o’ captshun tu a foto) that I wood marry yu in a minnit.  Reckon yu didn’t see that!

But troof bee tole: I ain’t gud enuf fer yu, ma’am.  Nor fer Miz Tenchi o’ Miz Cynthia o’ the udder fine gals I dun met, ‘cept if’n Miz Tenchi wanted to pounce on Pappy fer sum luvin’...tho I are givin’ away the plot o’ PART TU o’ this-hear epic.

Now tu all reeders, sum filosphy frum Pappy: wen yu makes yerself a soot o’ clothes, yu puts on fancy bits. Sum o’ it are called embroyderry.

My stories am the same durn way—they gits fancified wif the tellin.

I am looking forward to the second part and will watch that it is told properly since I guess I will be playing a part in it *G*

Pappy I don’t remember you asking to marry me - how could I forget that?? Maybe it t’wer tha shine???

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