CRIME IN THE SOUTH
(Thanks to Jon Harris and Katz Ajamas)
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He met his third wife at Dairy Queen so why not try Waffle House armed with a pitchfork when the search for true love is part of the equation.
Posted by: manual tomato | May 03, 2014 at 05:36 PM
Seems very appropriate.
Posted by: BAB | May 03, 2014 at 07:02 PM
Pitchfork U? Isn't that in Dothan AL?
Posted by: funny man | May 03, 2014 at 07:57 PM
Musta worked. He harvested the greens.
Posted by: Loudmouth | May 03, 2014 at 08:26 PM
Pitchfork registration is the only answer.
Posted by: Clankie | May 03, 2014 at 09:25 PM
He better get a good lawyer because he's looking at hard tine...
Posted by: JG | May 03, 2014 at 11:48 PM
Run a background check on prospective pitchfork buyers!
Posted by: Digger | May 04, 2014 at 02:34 PM
Beelzebub?
Posted by: Bob | May 04, 2014 at 05:44 PM
I have this vision of a guy running with a pitchfork full of tiny skewered waffles...
So this story made my vision even realer.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 05, 2014 at 01:30 AM
The Devil made him do it and loaned him the gear.
Posted by: Steve | May 05, 2014 at 01:03 PM