Just a good old boy

A persons reference to that classic TV show "The Dukes of Hazzard" got Mr Hippo thinking about the words to the title song, and a conversation Mr Hippo had with a co-worker last night, a 20 year old man-boy.



After enduring the man-boys endless blatherings on about his bitches, his homies and getting drunk, and taking into account his mannerisms and clothing style, Mr Hippo was forced to ask his co-worker if he was in fact a wigger.


He just laughed and said, I guess I am, but really, I'm a redneck, a good old boy.


Obviously a 21st century good old boy tries to walk talk, dress and generally act like a ghetto gangsta.


It's not entirely his fault, Mr Hippo believes his co-worker is the product of a liberal parenting style coupled with unlimited exposure to MTV.


Mr Hippo takes some amusement in the fact that alternating between telephone conversations between his bitches and his homies, he would call his mother to make sure she had put clean sheets on his bed.


Speaking of beds, our young gangsta wanna-be had moved into the finished basement of his parents home.


He tried to engage Mr Hippo by giving details of all the "bitches" he has "on the hook" and the details of the remodelling job in his parents basement. It will be truly a man-boys paradise, complete with black lights and even a clapper to turn the lights off and on.


Mr Hippo suggested to the man-boy that he might want to re-consider installing a clapper, since the sound of said man-boys hips pounding the upturned butt of one of his bitches while doing her doggy style might approximate the sound of a hand clap, thus causing the lights to go off and on in rhythm to his thrusting.


Mr Hippo is afraid he embarassed the man-boy, because he replied "oh yeah? when was the last time you did doggy style with Mrs Hippo".


Mr Hippo just laughed and assured him that the love life of Mr and Mrs Hippo was not something Mr Hippo would discuss with the likes of him.


At that point the man-boy acted all offended and slunk off.