Nick, a reporter for the Daily Tabloid, finds himself following a lead to a redneck town no one's ever heard about in
a part of the American south unexplored for more than a century. He finds it, takes a local aside and tells him, "Sir, does
anything happen interesting here?"
The man thinks about, spits into a cup and answers, "Well, one time my neighbor lost his goat, and we all loved
that goat, so we all went looking for it in the deepest forests, the highest mountains, and we finally found it on top of
the highest hill. And we all brought it back to the town, and drank, and celebrated, and we all took turns fucking it in the
ass." says the man, deep in memory.
"Ugh, that's fuckin' disgusting!" said Nick, but still trying to get the story, asks, "Does anything else happen
here?"
"Well," said the man as he spit into his cup, "my best friend lost his wife, and we all loved that wife, so we
all went looking for her, in the deepest forests, the highest mountains, and we finally found her on top of the highest hill.
And we brought her back to the town, and drank and celebrated, and we all took turns fucking her in the ass." he said, deep
in memory.
"Ugh, that's fuckin disgusting!" repeated Nick. Then, he decided for a different approach. "Does anything else
ever happen here? Like something Tragic? YOu know, sad?"
The man looked down and avoided Nick's gaze for a few moments. He finally answered. "One time's I got lost. . ."
Andrew walks into a redneck bar and asks for a mudslide, remembering the famous mudslides from El Gringo. Confused,
the redneck bartender asks him if he's around here. Andrew tells him no, and the bartender nods.
"What do you do for a living?" he asks.
"Well, I'm a taxidermist." greeted by a blank expression, he continues. "I mount animals."
With a sigh of relief, the bartender calls to the other rednecks in the bar: "Whoo! Its alright boys! He's one
of us!"
