damn
you beat me to it...
they’re always rolling phat, in their pimped out buggies
goin’ all “OT” on thy enemies
all you ever hear is the “clippity-clop...whinny”
and the staccato ‘splut-splut-splut-splut’ of spitwads hitting barn doors..
“Thou hast been punked! Thou shalt never again tippeth my cow, neighbor...”
It’s an Amish Paradise thing...
A.A.C.