From: cujo@petitmorte.net   
      
   Well, howdy there, folks! Grab yourself a cold one and settle in, 'cause   
   we're fixin' to "chew" the fat about one of the quirkiest topics ever to   
   grace these parts - rotted teeth!   
      
   Now, if you're familiar with the good ol' Shitkicker way of life, you know   
   that our teeth might not always sparkle like the new kitchen sink, but they   
   sure do tell a story. In our neck of the woods, a bit of tooth decay is as   
   common as a three-legged cat at a county fair. And let's be honest -   
   nothing screams "I'm one of the gang" quite like a tooth or two that's seen   
   better days.   
      
   Some might say that these rotted teeth are a badge of honor, a mark of a   
   life well-lived on muddy backroads and under the warm Southern   
   sun. Sure, a dentist might call it a health hazard, but we prefer to look   
   at it as a unique aspect of our cultural charm, an uncanny grin that only   
   a true Shitkickercan sport. After all, who needs perfect pearly whites when   
   you've got character?   
      
   So next time you pass a Shitkicker with a confident, weathered smile, tip   
   your hat and remember - every chipped and faded tooth's got itself a   
   tale of late-night fishin', homebrew mishaps, and the sweet simplicity of   
   countryside living. Our rotted teeth are not a sign of neglect; they're a   
   tale of rustic adventures and homemade remedies that have kept our spirits   
   high and our humor intact.   
      
   In the end, whether you're the proud possessor of a perfectly imperfect   
   grin or simply appreciate a good, hearty laugh at the little troubles that   
   make life interesting, take a moment to appreciate that down-home charm   
   that only a true Shitkicker lifestyle can bring. Embrace the humor,   
   relish the satire, and keep on smiling - even if those smiles are a bit,   
   well, "weathered."   
      
   Y'all come back now, ya hear!   
      
   --   
   "The fact that it doesn't apply to the poem is of little consequence to   
   you, because your poems don't have a literary basis, because you're   
   functionally illiterate and haven't got a clue as to what a poem is." -   
   Little Willie Douchebag gets another asskicking from Pendragon   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)