Location: Autosports Region

After being outfoxed by her trickster brother, Jezz Enoch was quickly back on her feet, or at least on her four wheels.

I felt so sorry for the murderous, one-eyed, hard-drinking ex-convict that I bought her a car. Not just any car, but a great set of Southern wheels: a “Damaged Nova Purestock” from the car lot I had visited during my own runs on the Motorsports track.

Jezz was soon running laps in under 14 seconds.  She’s a better driver than I am already, but we agreed to “mix it up” for fun (and 200L) soon.

I caught up to her at the track, where, covered in dust, she pecked me on the cheek and left a dusty, Jezz-shaped impression on my new suit.

“Mistophur Wiggly, I are so happy I cood run out n’ kill a whole town!”

“Just tear up the track, Jezz.”

“I aims tu du jist that! I are a-gonna win big here...I owes that worf’less brudder, Pappy, a bunch o’ munny...dang his flea-bitten hide!”

I hope Pappy does not plan to be at the races anytime soon...he may have to run fast if he strays onto the track…

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Didn’t Maw & Paw Enoch meet on a DIRT TRACK DATE?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZY4oEwW00WM

My studies at Outhouse Divinity School tell me that this here blog entry is what you call a “gloss” on the story of my kin Pappy and Jezz, and it sure is easier to read than their hillbilly hash! Even so, I suspect some crafty witchery at work when fans read the words of the Enoch clan...even I can become entranced as I decode their rocky ramblings...where’s my jug?

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