Oh that song:
“Rain makes corn
Corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my girl just a little bit frisky.”
Got a lot of prickly girls in Indiana right now?
Sorry about the dry ears.
Sorry about the dry ears.
Maybe it’s time to face the global weather problem?
People change when?
During extreme pain or threat of death or when the sex dries up.
Maybe all these crinkly brown corn stalks are just what we
needed.
Pain=transformation.
I wish this were not true… But I
didn’t design it.
Go ahead, guys. Figure out how to get your corn wet again…
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