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          • OMG.... I didn't realize that Booty Ritter was dead.... boy... do I miss the Booty... RIP....


            Last edited by easy cheesy; 05-15-2011, 09:41 PM.
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              • Originally posted by easy cheesy View Post
                OMG.... I didn't realize that Booty Ritter was dead.... boy... do I miss the booty... RIP....
                My daddy left home when I was three
                And he didn't leave much to ma and me
                Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
                Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
                But the meanest thing that he ever did
                Was before he left, he went and named me "Booty."

                Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
                And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
                It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
                Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
                And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
                I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Booty."

                Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
                My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
                I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
                But I made a vow to the moon and stars
                That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
                And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

                Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
                And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
                I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
                At an old saloon on a street of mud,
                There at a table, dealing stud,
                Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Booty."

                Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
                From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
                And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
                He was big and bent and gray and old,
                And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
                And I said: "My name is 'Booty!' How do you dooty!
                Now your gonna die!!"

                Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
                And he went down, but to my surprise,
                He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
                But I busted a chair right across his teeth
                And we crashed through the wall and into the street
                Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

                I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
                But I really can't remember when,
                He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
                I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
                He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
                He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

                And he said: "Son, this world is rough
                And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
                And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
                So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
                I knew you'd have to get tough or die
                And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

                He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
                And I know you hate me, and you got the right
                To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
                But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
                For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
                Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Booty.'"

                I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
                And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
                And I came away with a different point of view.
                And I think about him, now and then,
                Every time I try and every time I win,
                And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
                Bill or George! Anything but Booty! I still hate that name!

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                • That's Booty- licious! God do I miss him... almost as much as Bertram Snifflethumb... but not quite....
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                    • Booty did his Navy dooty now he's taken his final slide down the six feet under "shooty"... God Rest... I'm going to have some "Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity" Pancakes in his honor... WOOO HOOO!!! Now... where's Bertram????
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                      • Alleged photo of Booty Ritter (unverified)

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                        • Originally posted by Screwadu View Post
                          Alleged photo of Booty Ritter (unverified)

                          We want Bertram!!!!!! ***sniff***
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                          • Twas the Peel that caused the demise of Bertram????



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                            • They shoot pigs, don't they?

                              SPOKANE VALLEY, Wash. (AP) -- A Washington State Patrol trooper shot and killed a runaway 500-pound pig after the officer's stun gun failed to slow the animal...after it escaped from a minivan through a broken window.

                              The trooper ... tried to slow the animal with his stun gun so some volunteers could rope it.

                              The paper reports that when that didn't work, the pig's owner told the trooper to shoot the animal.

                              Mehaffey says the owner had just purchased the pig for breeding.
                              What the guy does with his personal life is none of my business.
                              Last edited by swede; 05-16-2011, 12:23 PM.
                              [QUOTE=George Cumby] ...every draft (Ted) would pick a solid, dependable, smart, athletically limited linebacker...the guy who isn't doing drugs, going to strip bars, knocking around his girlfriend or making any plays of game changing significance.

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                              • Originally posted by swede View Post
                                They shoot pigs, don't they?



                                What the guy does with his personal life is none of my business.
                                Gives a whole new meaning to 'shotgun wedding.'
                                "Never, never ever support a punk like mraynrand. Rather be as I am and feel real sympathy for his sickness." - Woodbuck

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