umm.. mustard. kaiser blades. workin in the lawn mower shop. i can work me some lawn mowers. especially if they aint got no gas in it. i love readin good books. i read the same books over and over. umm. i love the hospital. i love mustard. its really good. on biscuits and french fried potaters. and everything. including you.
anyone who loves mustard and my brother that i burd in the shoebox out behind the ol shed.
umm. i aint got no interest in no music none. unless it talks about mustard in it somewhere. Doyle had him a band there for a while. then i went on and killed him. i reckon they aint gon b playin none.
i reckon i like the movie sling blade alright. umm.
i like my books. they are all i had. till i gave them to my best friend frank before i aimed to kill Doyle. theys a christmas book, the bible, and some other books you prolly know none bout.
umm. i reckon frank ud be my hero. he likes the way i talk. i like they way he talks to. he told me he reckon i ort not have buried my little brother. i told him he ought not talk bout such things. i reckon he dont like peckers in his potted meat. i reckon i dont mind it none. umm