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My dreams are all dead and buried.

Sometimes I wish the sun would just explode.

When God comes and calls me to his kingdom, I'll take all your

sons of bitches when I go.

My turn.

Hey, old man. Hey, man, let me drive that thing. Come on.

It's time.

Hmm.

This is new.

It's time.

Damn it.

Sheila, hold my call.

Oh, well.

How them crops look, boy?

My crops?

You mean mud?

I do.

Daddy, we sold it all.

Oh, Lord, no.

You know, so we could get money for gas.

So we could go mud. On the mud we don't have.

Oh, cruel irony.

Your barbs is razor sharp.

Where's my mud money? I need to buzz.

We ain't got none.

That dirt's free.

Yeah, daddy. We gave it away. You did what?

This wasn't the damn business model we discussed.

Well, we can sell them kittens.

The only thing I hate anymore is price gouging on kittens. I said to sell the

dirt and give away them damn kittens.

always what I say. Sometimes it's what I mean.

Hell, you gotta think my thoughts. To understand him, you have to become him.

Well, I'm not a mind reader, you know. And you're about to not be a mind -haver

in your skull, neither.

Now knock them kitty cats down a 15 of load and see if we get a nibble.

Hire, hire your fools.

Time is short, and so will be your very lives.

First mud of winter.

Come on, Granny. A little bit more. Put your tiny spine into it. That's granite

hard pan, Daddy. How we gonna bog on that?

Son, when God takes a dump on your head, you just gotta crash into a hat that

says, when God takes a dump on your head, you just gotta crash into a hat

says, when God takes a dump on your head, you just gotta crash into a hat

says, when God takes a dump on your head, I'm just saying, it looks steep

there.

You will ride the Segway.

Rockstar parking, baby. Woo!

Russell, you ready to mug?

Google mud, and what for do we do it?

Did you mean mudding? Click no.

No G on mud.

Mud in apostrophe.

It's computinating the answer.

I know there's so much a computer taking. Don't tell me that which I know.

Searching.

Searching. Still searching. Come on, shake it.

Come on, go faster. Shake it. Shake the robot.

I'll come out of this something.

Hang on.

Yeah, that's the litter box right there.

Where's the communication in this something, your family?

What are you doing, Granny? I'm going riding.

And I don't need no computer full of crap crap to tell me that.

And you're going to eat my electric dust.

Ma 'am, you wild

little gal.

Of course I couldn't tell them I needed their skulls. Who's going to move dirt

for you after they hear that? Nobody. Am I right? I just quit.

Exactly, Glenn.

And then where's the project? In the toilet.

Flushed, Glenn, flushed. You can't show them all your cards. That's what I'm

saying. That's what I'm saying.

Because that's what you were saying before I started saying it.

It's just too bad you can't get one more skull to go up top here.

Really? You mind if I just... Oh, of course. Like one just right, right here.

Huh. You know what I mean? Sort of brings out all the white in the other

bleached skulls, you know?

Maybe just tilt it just so.

Give the whole arrangement a little more symmetry, you know what I mean? It's a

little too flat up there.

Then, you know, then it's really... I

don't

see it.

Really? Yeah, Glenn, I'm not with you on this one.

All right.

Have a good one. All right, guy. You too.

No, I mean, they're definitely going with the turquoise highlights here.

God, I love fabrics.

As she lies here with her Segway, which she knowed and loved, a flood of

memories washes over me.

How on summer days we would sit together on the front porch and know the stories

we would tell.

Nothing never needed to be said between me and her.

It was understood.

We would watch what the hell I wanted to watch.

Celebrity poker jam.

I ain't dead.

I'm just in an incredible amount of pain. Nuh -uh.

You know how much this costly box done costed me? You're going in the damn

ground.

I can't get the hole no deeper, Daddy. Well, fine and dandy.

Ignite the crematorium.

Did anyone hear me?

Because I'm not being dead.

Wait a minute.

What time is it? It's ten after six.

Now zone in, mate.

Previously, the county had looked like this.

A horrible box -like abomination, completely embarrassing from space. My

proposal, however, would stretch the county into a friendlier, more outgoing

playful shape as shown.

The star symbolizes America and encompasses all registered Republicans.

And this ring of hellfire, budget willing, would keep all illegal

out. Gentlemen of the zoning board, I thank you.

Okay. All in favor, say aye.

Aye. All right. Hang on, guys. Hang on. I didn't realize by law you could make

the county bigger.

We might have to advance on Lumpkin or Chattooga with some minor tactical

airstrikes, but I really don't see that as a problem.

Okie dokie, all in favor say aye.

Wait, I'll just wait one second there, okay?

What's that mountain on there?

Oh, this.

Yes, this is Mount Murder.

And it has always been there.

Oh, okay.

That's all my questions.

Okay, all in favor say aye. Aye.

Okay, next on the agenda... This

is wrong!

A slap in the face of the Lord, you will all burn in hell!

No relish? Bless for me!

Ladies and gentlemen, a project like this cannot be completed without the

dedication, hard work...

and skulls of many, many unsuspecting people.

And we'll only go up from here.

Now bathe in a plague of frogs!

You never bring a dead body to a grand opening. I hate being dead.

Have your picture taken with Tone Loke.

He's technically not here, but I met him once in the airport. I'm sure I could

get him on the phone.

Come on, what's locally owned? Is that worth a few pennies more?

Free rape whistle with ten lesson pack.

Learn the art of throat punching.

Come in and I will kick you and things.

It's time.

It was time six months ago. We are not even known to sell beer.

Why don't you turn it into a yogurt shop? No, no, no. Fat Republican white

women. That's a stupid idea.

Do it, man. Write it off.

Go.