Mah most heartfelt apologies to ya' and to yoah entire family, sir.
The truth is dat Coon Ass is more a state of mind than a state of state, and your, sir, are obviously of de Coon Ass state of mind. (Coon Asses come from SE Texas, too!)
Here is a li'l coonass story fo ya:
Dey wuz 2 ol pot - likin houn dawgs nam Benoit an Cormier layin out in de fron yard of dis farm hous down by Beau-Bridge,La. Dey was layin dere jes as still as dey cud, didn even bit dem flea or flik dem fly offa demselves, cause u see, dey didn wanta lose dey relax.
Up at de house was a buncha dem teen-age chilleren dancin. Dem kids was doin dat "SWIM", dat"FRUG", an sometime dat "MACARONI" an alla dem rok an roll dance like dat.
Well, Benoit rais up he haid reel slo, cause he don wanna los he relax u noe, an sa "Cormier, if we wuz to do dat, hell, deyed WORM us."
A lot more coonass fun here:
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