Spit roast hog

(Alan Evans)

A redneck fails to leave the bar to go home for dinner so his wife brings it to him, together with a beating.

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I was standing at the bar Didn't know she could throw my dinner that far Just missed my head and hit the wall It's a good job I ain't that tall Grabbed my arm dragged me across the floor Swung me right into that big old door Rolled right through into the street Took a bruising from her feet Heard the whispers from the crowd A guy at the back shouted out loud Her heads bigger than a spit roast hog And she's more vicious than a junkyard dog I was thinking what the heck When I felt her arms around my neck A big right hand broke my nose I Felt it right down to my toes Anymore I thought I'd be dead XXXX X XXXXXXXXXX XXXX XXXX XXX XXX XXXX XXX XXXXX XXXXXX XXXX X XXXX XXXXX XXX XXX XXXXX XXXX XXXXXXX XXXX X XXXXXXXX XXX X XXXXX XXXX XXXXXXX XXX XXX XXX XXXX XXX XXX XXXX XXXX XXXXX XXXXXX XXX XXXXXX XXX XXX XXX XXX XXXXXXX XXXX XXXX XXXXXXXXXXX XXXX XXX XXXXX XXXXX XXXXXX XXXX XX XXX XX XX X XXXXX XX XXXXXXXX XXXX X XXXXX XX XXX XXXXXXXX XXXXXXX XXX XXXX XXXXX XXX XXXXXX XXXX XXXXXXX XXXX X XXXXXXXX XXXX