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Well, Jimmy Earl's uncle Cletus - you might know him, he's the one with the hare lip and the Redman habit - a terrible sight to those what never seen it - but those of us that know him, we just look the other way during supper - anyway, Cletus calls Jimmy Earl and says he's got a job with the county for him. Cletus figures this is a chance for Jimmy Earl to do something besides sit around and figure out new and exciting ways to put his collection of cars up on cement blocks. Anyway, Jimmy Earl goes down to the county highway department for the job, and they put him out on West Wolf Valley - ever wondered why they called it that? Ain't no wolves 'round here - never have been - and no family of no kin to anyone named Wolf or Wolves or any such thing. Any how, Jimmy Earl's job is to paint the line down the center of the road. They give him a brush and a bucket of paint and he's on his way.

His boss goes out that evening, and let me tell you, he's impressed. Jimmy Earl has painted two miles of that road, lines are pretty as a speckled pup and as straight as a Primitive Baptist Deacon.

His boss goes out the next evening - and, well, things aren't quite as good as before. Lines are still pretty and straight, but today, Jimmy only painted a mile and a half. Next day - he paints but a mile, and after that, only a half mile.

His boss calls him into the office to talk. "Jimmy Earl," he says, "why is it you painted two miles the first day, but only a mile and a half the next, then a mile, then only a half mile?"

Jimmy Earl gets up and defensive and tells the boss man - "Boss - you'd be painting less and less too - it's one helluva run back to the bucket after you paint three stripes."