Bob: Hey Jim Bob!
Jim: Hey Bob Jim!
Bob: What’s Jim Bob up to?
Jim: I’m eating corn cob and Jim-Jim-Henery
Bob: Might I have a taste?!
Jim: Fuuuuuck no! He’s mine.
Bob: Fuck you, Jim-Bob! I think your gay!
Jim: your sister would say different, ass!
Bob: my sister is your sister!
Jim: ….oh yea! She was great.
Bob: you sicko! That ain’t normal! Sisters is for kissing and buying beer, not for having relations!!!
Jim: Well who isn’t related to us?
Bob: Old Freida
Jim: She’s dead!
Bob: But she’s in this town. Our last non-related neighbor was Cletus, but he gone turned yellow and went to Holly Wood
(a car pulls up with Cletus)
Cletus: hey y’all! I done come back to says my for-tune is gone, I spents it on malt liquor and purty ladies wigs
Bob and Jim: You got any food? We could go fer some!
Cletus: only corn cobs!
Bob and Jim: YAY!
Cletus: But! Only if you kindly hands over your ladies wigs! I just loooooooooooooove ladies wigs
(Bob and Jim head over to Old Freida’s grave)
Bob: there she be….lets screw her!
(Jim holds Bob back)
Jim: no! we’ve comes for her hair!
(Jim peels her scalp off)
Bob: lets go get our cobs!
(They got back to Cletus, who is masturbating on a lamp post)
Bob: we got your wig!
Cletus: I’m so sorry boys! I throwed ’em in my toilet and watched them spin around. I only meant to clean them!
Bob: you inbred BASTARD!
Cletus: Look who’s talken!
(Bob lights the lamp post on fire)
Cletus: oh boy, looks like this is my humble demise, save me Jim!
(Jim is fucking a goat)
(Cletus catches on fire)
Cletus: Bye mommy! Bye daddy!
Jim: Bye son!
Bob: Bye brother!
(Jim and Bob wave)
(Cletus melts into a yellow puddle, and a dog pees in it)
(Dog laps up the puddle, Jim barfs)