“Kind a like this??
YouTube - Mississippi Squirrel Revival—Ray Stevens”
Right close there, little Lady! Way I hear’d it, it were a crazed weasel, and it got in his clothes when he were out of them, checking one of the strippers that lived on Jackson Street fer ‘tics’. The weasel had drunk’d up what were left in the whiskey jug spill, and were napping in the leg of the pants, when the husband come home early. A fast dressing and a side door had him out of the place before a shoot’n could take place. Everything might gone different, but right there in that street, that weasel woke up with a hangover and an attitude. Well, I can tell you, that weasel set to with a vengeance, and before anyone know’d what had happened, that man went to dancing in the street,screaming, Lord Almighty! He stepped off’n the curb right in front of Louella’s cab. He bounced off the grill, and she hit the brakes. She jumped out and checked him a laying in the street, when that weasel took off again. He come up off that street, and wrapped around her like a drowning man hugs a sand spit. Thinking the Lord was judging him, he began a confessing his sins, and right loudly! Half the neighborhood were there a watch’n, and names got mentioned, along with enough details to fill several weeks of that Enquirer magazine. Lolla, Mavis, and Bambi were mentioned, and a few comments on their pole dancing, and a few other activities of interest. Louella was right impressed wit his honesty (and a might fascinated as to some of them details), and she took a like’n to the crazy man right there. She got him inta her cab and got him outta there afore anyone thought to shoot him for his confessing his sins so public like. By the time the weasel got tired and fell out of his pants leg, he were married to Louella, and a partner in the cab company. The strippers is all divorced now, and they drive cabs in the cab company. Louella makes sure they are just driving cab, and no funny stuff, her not want’n the sheriff to pull her cab license. He’s right proper and walk’n the straight’n narrow now, cause Louella told him she loves him a right powerful lot, but if he goes wild like that again, she’s taking her deer rifle to him!
Ain’t no one seen that weasel since then, but the last I hear’d, it had taken the temperance pledge and gave up on moonshine!
ROTFLOL!! Hilarious.