Fore y'all read that mess down yonder, go look at this.

I hate to keep yammerin' on bout how lucky I am to be so blessed and what not. But the thang that really keeps me goin' is havin' the kind of friends that I got. Not many folks have so many buddies who would be ready to help 'em commit felonies....like assistin' a pregnant midget commit suicide. Doin' as much time as I have, I've made some real good connections. No luck with Jitters yet. Y'all, we ain't givin' up...... she has got to git! How can someone so small be so hard to kill?

Bill's got him a special place in my heart of gold. He's way up yonder in some country called Canada, but he seems almost human. I love him more than bunnies. Look what he done.

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Now, I got to git to work. Behave and I'm gone holler at y'all later. And don't forget to read my list of ways to break the monotony of your day. Cause, when I git back to the trailer, I don't want to hear 'bout how there was nothin' to do with me gone.

Katfish fer Konvikz

Roll up yer sleeves, Shug. I need you to git to cleanin' them fish for me over yonder. Now why would you wear your Sundee go to meetin' clothes 'round here? You know good and well ,we all crash on the lawn down by the Jello pool Saturday night. That way, we are ready for our Casual Sunrise Service here at the Won Ton Estates.

Today is the third Sundee of the month. Guess what that means. No, Silly! It is time for our community involvement project, Katfish Fer Konvikz. It has become somethin' we all look forward to. I tell you what, Darlin'. Every time I've been incarcerated, one of the thangs I missed the most was some fried katfish. Well, one beautiful day, when I was out on parole years ago, we was all out here at the hole fishin'. We caught all we could cook up and they kept on bitin'. So, we made space in the deep freezers and filled them up too, but they was still bitin'. Naturally, we had to keep catchin' em.

Then I got to thinkin' bout all my friends, relatives and customers who were currently doin' time and it struck me clear as lightinin' what to do. So, we fried up them heaps of fish and carried 'em down to the county jail. We all had such a good time ,and it was fun to visit with everybody as they came through the grub line. That's how Katfish fer Konvikz got born. I know it was Divine Intervention and I got to give the Good Lawrd the Glory on that. Don't you know, He loved Him some katfish and I bet that Boy could cook, too!

Anyhoo, Baby. I got to fix up the hushpuppies and slaw while y'all do the fish. Won Ton and Pollock are goin' to be assistin' me so it shouldn't take long. Hey when I was up to the Piggly Wiggly somethin' strange happened. I saw this fella who looked familiar and got to studyin' him. He looked a me for a good minute and said, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" I said, "Well, I reckon I got one of your children." He said, "Oh, do you teach 4th grade?" I giggled and said, "Nawww, Hon. I was the stripper at your bachelor party, member?" I reckon that fella was comin' down with somethin' cause, he turned kindly peaked lookin' and runned oft. Just left his buggy full of groceries settin' rat there. It was good to see him again though. O.K....I'm fixin' to git to it. Thanks, Babe, for all your help today. The Lawrd loves you and so do I, Darlin'.