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Thursday, February 23, 2006

JIMMY CRACKED CORN...........


I was reading the blogs that I read everyday and stumbled across jdaris's blog on jumbled thoughts and one was about jimmy cracked corn and not caring..which reminded me of my cousins..Michael Ray and Larry Wayne and me (Jackisue)out on the porch at Mike's house one hot Texas summer...Summer time Daddy would bring me up from where ever we lived and all of us kids would just bouce from aunts house to grandma's to another aunts house...so we are sitting on the porch and its probably about 10pm at night and hotter than the inner ring of hell...we are all in our underwear..I had no boobies then and at that time in history...little girls running around with no tshirt was a normal part of life..so we are playing war, or go fish, or old maid..some card game ..and it didn't matter what game we played we all cheated and tried to out best the other two...so we're sitting in the hot Texas night, playing cards and singing silly songs..and all of a sudden Michael Ray starts to sing Jimmy Cracked Corn....and I don't care..and we joined in and we're singing along and cheating and sweating and Michael Ray pops his ass in the air and lets one go, loud and stinky and sings in falsetto "Michael cracked corn and we don't care".....well, my God, you would have thought that was the funniest thing in the world..we fell out on the porch laughing and laughing. So then we go back to the card game and for a least an hour we sat there playing cards, sweating and farting while singing "Jackiesue Cracked corn"...leg up...fart..... laugh hysterically... Michael Ray
cracked corn..lift leg..fart..laugh hyserically....Larry Wayne cracked corn...leg up...fart.....and we laughed all night long..Big Mama(our granmother) finally came out and told us to quit that farting and singing which sent us into gales of laughter...I think that is one of the few times when two of us was not in the process of killing the other one. We just were three hot sweaty farting cousins....or as Michael Ray always called us....'just a buncha A_holes'..

7 comments:

Babs said...

LMAO!!! So, that's the meaning of the song!

PS... I have dealt with the roach situation.

Nit Wit said...

Who says you can't smell the past. Funny what memories stick with us.:)

BriteYellowGun said...

I'm kind of dumb but that isn't what that song was really about was it?

Is it an unwritten law of the South that everyone must be called by at least two names?

JDaaris said...

Thank you, Jackiesue, for clearing that up... funny, I haven't thought about the card game "War" in such a long time... I'm not sure I even remember how to play it, but I do remember enjoying it more than crazy-8s and Go Fish.... :)

Beansidhe said...

*sporfle* Hey in our house, flatulence is still the number one form of entertainment. I'll have to re-post a post from "the place that shall not be named" detailing my family's prediliction for farting and geting the maximum enjoyment out of it. :)

P.S. Thanks for all the funny e-mails, they brighten my morning even if I never have time to reply to any of them!

Scottish Toodler said...

LMAO!!! I love a chick who talks about farting!!!

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