This Little Puggy DIDN'T Go to the Market!

Hey, y'all:


Boy howdy it's a beautiful day here in Indianapuhlus. Mom an' dad took me an O'Mally out fer a walk this mornin'.




THEN....they said they were goin' to a FLEA market!!! Whut the crap??? Who in the heck would wanna sell fleas??? An' WHO would wanna buy 'em???

Anyways, me an' O'Malley said we were stayin' FARRR away from that place, so mom an' dad took off fer the afternoon. Now I'm thankin' the good Lord they didn't come home with no fleas but they DID see some interestin' stuff.......


Honest tuh God, this here is one of them balls ya squeeze when yer tense. Uh, yeah.....better not take that one to the office.




Dad's thinkin' 'bout goin' back an' gettin' this fer mom fer Christmas.




Elvis is alive an' livin' at the Worshington Street Flea Market!!!



(Mom's note: the street name is Washington, but Hank - like some other Hoosiers - pronounces it "Worshington".)


Now mom got all excited when she first seen this, but look close. That poor Puglet's got crooked black whiskers stickin' out ever'where! Again.......whut the crap???




Okay, I just don't git this. She's on the can with a cell phone (I think) in 'er hand and SUNGLASSES on. Who wears sunglasses on the crapper????




Remember last week when I told ya mom went to see her friends at that there lady-singin' contest? Well, she nearly crapped a duck when she seen the VERY DRESS her old chorus used tuh wear!!!




I can't believe some gal would pawn this thing! Ain't it purty??? Shoot, gitcha some nice high heels from Payless an' you'd be the best lookin' gal at the Ponderosa!



Yep. Mmmhmm.