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I ain't too sure jest what to make of this thing. They say it pre-dates the Cherokees. There ain't no birds to be seen anywhere near it. At night, you kin hear what sounds like fingernails on a chalk board. No, that ain't right...that's the "ol' lady" let'n me know I left the toilet seat up again. Anyway, I know that the dad-blaim'd thing scares the b'jeeezus out of me. Now, where'd I leave my Jack Daniels. I ain't seen it since breakfast.

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