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Havin’ drinkin’ barefoot wild drunk
With a few minutes to call my mind my own this morning, I was reading through my blog roll and discovered The Greeking Machine at Poesy Galore. They really seem to want to do Classical Latin for you, but I’m not too fluent in that language. Emily chose Marketing, and that was fun with its “much bonus creamy chocolatey recommended.” But all things considered, I thought I’d try their Hillbilly option. This is the outcome:
Shot hogjowls chitlins bible whoopin’ chew mashed rustle gritts. Overalls lyin’ lament shotgun backwoods shed. Wirey, yippie slap, spittin’ fiddle, promenade good ails cousin poor. Havin’ drinkin’ barefoot wild drunk give frontporch country gimmie smokin’. Jumpin’ sittin’ gal stinky tar backwoods sherrif cold darn hauled.
Plumb cooked and preacher her fishin’ bull diesel out rustle drive. No deep-fried shootin’ sam-hell co-op cheatin’ slap huntin’ took, hardware quarrel. Go mud eatin’ guzzled rat rat, jest. Cipherin’ java, commencin’ foreclose knickers, rockinchair fixin’ hoosegow thar fell.
I’ll make no further comment, except they can’t spell grits.
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