The School of Southern White Trash dies hard, eh, Reb?
Lemme put it like this, ya Yankee:
Here's my last family reunion:
Every doctor needs a nice car. Nothing too fancy to reflect vanity, or inspire jealousy or envy, but nothing so cheap that it'd make people wonder if the doctor was worth his salt and thus unable to afford a reasonable car. That said, here is my personal vehicle:
Now, I can hear you wishin' you could get your hands on a fine piece of machinery like that, but thinkin' that it'd be tough to corner and park that thing in the big city. Well, shoot, have I got the car for YOU:
Back here at the farm, Medic8r Jr. was such a good boy for his birthday that we done got him his own personal vehicle:
He's all proud 'cause it matches his school bus:
For those short trips to the bait shop, I use my scooter:
Course, I can't go fishin' unlest I'm done with my chores, including mowing the lawn. Sometimes my wife helps:
We head to our favorite fishin' hole in our recreational vehicle:
Of course, none of these freedoms with be possible without the sacrifices made by my cousins, PFC Otis Medic8r and CPL Bubba Medic8r:
Have a nice day now, ya hear?
