| Yeehaaaw... another shit kickin rodeo for the Rebel Reviewer!! Now this here review ya gotta read as if yer a backwoods hick. I'm talkin deadwood, brokeback, deliverance, redneck, Dr. Phil accent goin on here. You bet.. ya got it? Now continya. I'm not gonna torture yer ass with much of a review fer these Country Western singers. I MIGHT be able to name ya 2 songs they play. One of which is my weddin song.. not that it was MY choice.. my wife picked it out. Go figger. She picked "My Best Friend", some sappy Tim McHill song, over "Without You" by Motley Crue. Now what would YOU pick given those great choices?? Motley Crue of courst. So anyways... there was 5 of us, piled into buddy's car cruisin down for this show. 2 girls in the mobile kept askin me to shoot Timmy Hill's bum. His BUM? They paid $133 dallers just ta see Tim's BUM? Sheesh. Well us guys paid to see Faith's UDDERS and WE got RIPPED OFF! She ain't got none!!!! Ya'd thank with all that money she's makin, she'd a bought herself a set by now! But she sure is perty I tell ya... pertier than my sister after 17 beers... and she can SAAANG..... I mean even if she was uglier than a can o' smashed assholes, if ya turned off the lights and got her sangin at ya, I'm sure ya'd wanna do her within a few minutes... I knows cuz when I hears Rita McNeil in the dark, I starts feelin funny in tha pants I tell ya what. Anyways.. I get off topic so easy don't I? Perty girls do that ta me! I gotta admit, this being only the second Country Western jamboree I've ever attended, the Dixie Chicks being the first, it was perty damn good. They really PLAYED the music. They didn't pertend nuthin. They had a full band playin n the way they did it was perty neat. | First off, they comes up from tha floor like magic, one on each end of the stage and they starts singin some teary eyed love song ta each other... then they did another one or two together and then Tim took off back stage to let his hot little wifey poo take over. Disco duds aside, she did a damn fine job.. very confident and sexy but goddamn her tunes are some sappy shit I tell ya. So then Timmy shows up again and they sing another song er two together and off goes little Faithy poo backstage so's she can start partyin n carryin on like all those rock stars do... and then Timmy took over. Well I never seen a crowd a chickies go nuts over ANYBODY like they did with Timmy. Every move he made they was screamin and a faintin all over the goddamn place... I thoughts they was gonna hafta stop the show and revive these girls with mouth to mouth restitution before Timmy was done I tell ya what. OH and his BUM... Timmy's bum was ta DIE FOR.. I mean I even thought it was perty speshul all wrapped up tight in that black leather cowhide pants he had on there.. so I went nuts shootin his arse end... for the girls of courst. I thinks I got more pics of Timmy's bum than his face. So in tha end, Faith stepped back on ta the stage n picked up a geetar and they played a couple more songs. They ended up at the end sangin just the two of em the most sappiest tunes I ever heard.. my buddy was so taken by the whole scene he had ta leave the buildin I tell ya what. Him n his buddy went outside and dried his tears to the fadin notes of these FINE sangers. And THAT my friends brought us to the sunset. Clint Eastwood n Sondra Locke ridin off inta the night towards divorce court. |
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