Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It

The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into The Ragbag Of Humanity.

Some Men Are Baptists, Others Catholics; My Father Was An Oldsmobile Man.

Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It Was His Only Defense.

The Bumpuses Were So Low Down On The Evolutionary Totem Pole That They Weren't Even Included In Darwin's Famous Family Tree. They Had Inbred And Ingrown And Finally Emerged From The Kentucky Hills Like Some Remnant Of Attila The Hung's Barbarian Horde. Flick Said That They Had Webbed Feet And Only Three Toes. It Might Have Been True.

I Had Been An Eyewitness To A Truly Historic Moment In American Pop Culture.