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This is to that gal that thinks she's beautiful and that guy who thinks she's beautiful: We need to check that out, so how about you putting on your miniskirt and your highheeled sneakers, about $3 worth of dime store makeup, and come on up here to the VFW? When you come in there, ask for the guitar picker. Also, bring that 44-year-old lady that wants a perfect man. Bring her up here to the VFW with you. Now these guys are not exactly perfect, but almost.

My brothers and sisters, let us pray for God to come and judge the world and for His kingdom to come and His will to be done on earth as it is done in heaven. And it shall come to pass in the last days that the mountains of the Lord's house shall be established in the top of the mountains and shall be exalted above the hills and all nations shall flow unto it. The word says the government shall be upon His shoulders and His name shall be called wonderful counselor, the mighty God, the everlasting father, the prince of peace, and the wicked will find him no more favorable to sin tomorrow than He was yesterday. What He is today, He will be tomorrow. Something to think about. God bless us all.

To the Cumberland Mountain Arts Council in Jenkins: You have been promising an outdoor drama for the past six years. What's the reason behind the delay?

This is concerning a certain woman who drives a minivan. It's a shame that you're treating your husband the way you are. You ought treat him with respect and stick with him and work things out. You shouldn't listen to other people. You shouldn't take things for granted. You should stick with him and work things out. You shouldn't sell your house and stuff and move out of town just because of your family interfering in your problems. The family is the cause of your breakup and you shouldn't listen to them. You should consider him. He loves you very much and he's taken care of you for 3-1/2 or 4 years, you and your daughter.

It's a shame that a man gets run over on Route 7 and goes to the courthouse to get a warrant on the person that ran him over and they tell him there is not enough evidence. He describes the vehicle and everything and they won't do anything for him. The driver's a convicted felon and he's got a gun and it's a shame the sheriff's department won't do nothing about it. Concerning the people that live in Blackey, they ought to call in and find out what's going on.

Tom Cat is hopping around Partridge like a rabbit. He goes from one field to another looking for something to gnaw on. There is nothing to eat but it is dying from heat. Hop up toward Cumberland and some of the hollows and find green pastures.

Hello, all. I would like to say there is this red-head skank that is out making a fool out of herself by trying to make good people look bad. But what she don't know, the laugh is on her because everything she tells comes right back to the good people. They know she is a skank and a druggie and a dealer and that she likes hauling thugs up and down the road. They know they are moving and their plan, but, boy, are they in for a surprise.

Hey, rump roast, don't worry about the maroon drunk. You're just jealous. You need to worry about your own drunk. By the way, please stay behind the fence because when we see you and your face we almost wreck. We don't want that to happen.

Hello again, this is you know who. That's right, the maroon drunk sitting here with a cool one enjoying the rain. And if this ain't beer drinking weather I don't know what is. Me and my beerdrinking buddy are going to lay off the pill snorters, skanks, and thieves this week, but we're on the ones that are as bad or worse and there are just as many of them out there and just as evil. It's the hypocrites we have a problem with now. So cheers for you, you hellbounders.

To whoever put it in there about the Heritage Drive dogs and pets: Why don't you come to my face or say your name so I'll know who you are? I don't like to be threatened. You said it wasn't a threat but it pretty much was. So is the dog black and white or was it just black? I have no black or gray cats. So next time be more specific who you are.

To a certain lady: You should have a talk with your son and his friends about lying down on the church porch in front of your house and doing ungodly things in front of all the county. It is very disrespectful for them, much less on a church porch.

Just wanted to agree with the comment that the person made that they think it's a disgrace to show up to church like they were going to a nightclub. I agree with them completely, and furthermore it happens every week at Burdine.

To D.W.: I can't believe that you left that girl. She was such a nice person. You have destroyed her life to leave her for a skank. The skank better watch her back because we are after her and we will get her.

To the nice person who keeps calling in about me burning clothes: It is none of your business what I do in my yard unless there is a burn ban on or if it is against the law. You are no judge. If you need clothes so bad there is a food pantry that gives clothes and food away. The clothes I've got I bought off a woman who had a yard sale. I don't get clothes from no church. The woman who gave them to me left them in her yard for three weeks and no one would come get them. If you are so hard up stop by and I will give you my leftovers, OK? If not, get a job, get a life.

That was a fantastic story you printed about the young man giving his grandfather the old Ford. It reminded me of the love I had for my dad. To make a long story short, it was probably one of the best stories you've ever printed. Thank you.

This is to the so-called maroon drunk: We appreciate your comments every now and then, but weekly? Come on. Get a life. You are the perfect description of an American redneck. Grow up.

To the former mayor of the City of Cumberland: He is no longer the mayor. They ought to leave the city police and people in the city alone and let them do their jobs.

I am a person and I would just like to ask this one lady a question. Years back you just wore rags. All of a sudden you come with the best on and your jewelry, generic jewelry. Are you coming to look for a husband or impress the people at Hemphill? Which is it, miss?

To a blondish red-headed girl who drives a pickup truck: I wish you'd pull over when I go by because I really do need to talk to you. This is from someone who you know.

This is to the Letcher County Sheriff's Department and the Kentucky State Police: When are you going to clean the drug dealers up on Ice Road at Whitco?

Me, my buddy, his wife, and my girlfriend really had a good time together last weekend. I wish I could tell you folks all about it, all about the three of us really enjoying getting together. And we're going to get together this weekend, just the three of us, me, my buddy, his wife, and my girlfriend, and I can't wait.

To Mrs. H.: I have seen you in the post office getting my cousin's check and I also saw you in the bank cashing her check. I'll tell you what you need to do. You need to give her the whole check, not just $30 or $35 out of $600. There are people in Hazard that already know what you have done to her and they are checking into it.

Has anybody out there got a good suggestion what would clean brass and clean it easy? I'm using Brasso. I may just as well be using sand, it ain't worth a hoot. I'd appreciate any comments anybody's got.

To a certain man: I can't wait till we meet again. The bike ride was great. I can't wait till you get rid of that old wrinkled crow so I can be your biker chick forever. Baby, like you said I'm half her age and twice as hot. P.S. Old crow, I'm tired of you making comments about me in Speak Your Piece. It makes a good woman like me sound bad.

Give more details about the beer buddy's sexy wife. I have a best beer drinking buddy too. Maybe we can all be beer drinking buddies. It's great to share.

Hello to Alexis Mullins and Hannah Stidham and Autumn Mullins. I love you all. From Mamaw Jennifer Mullins.

I sure would like to wish my sister a belated 31st birthday. It was on August 30.

I would just like to take this time to thank each and every one that helped me pack and get ready for the big move last Thursday. Not! Not a single person offered to help me and my wife. The group of people knows who they are. I will remember this favor. And you all say that you love us. Right!

We're trying to get in contact with an old friend and anyone who can help please feel free to contact us at 606-633-7557 or 606-633-3304. We're looking to contact Charles Edward Watkins, around 27-28 years old and lived on Thornton most of his life but has since moved. His dad was named Wiley Watkins. Any help will be greatly appreciated.

This is to the person that wanted to know if anyone knew anything about a piece of land back on the place called the slate dump below Blackey: If you could give me your number I will give you a call. Thank you.

Here is something that I don't understand. Parents have three or four children, use drugs, prostitute or whatever, and the courts take their children and give them to their parents. Now these parents did a crappy job raising their own children and the courts have given them a new generation to screw up. If you raise one bunch of trash, you shouldn't get a chance to do it again. And the sad part is, no matter how much money these grandparents have, we the taxpayers still support these kids. What in the hell are these courts thinking? Oh, you're not kidding anyone. Those kids are only paying for your luxuries. Otherwise you would not want them.

Let me make a good suggestion. Payne Gap Lake is a beautiful place. The only thing wrong with it is the filthy people that go up there. The caretaker ought to go around and when people set up take their tag number, tell them that he's taking it, and then when he comes back and that garbage is laying everywhere they ought to be sent a bill for littering. Hope you people like that suggestion. I hope you filthy people that throw your garbage down, well, I ain't got nothing to say to you trash.

My name is Vickie Phillips, I live in Burdine, and I am looking for our family dog. He's a 10- year-old Yorkshire terrier who is tan and brown. He does have seizures. I was told by witnesses that someone in an extended cab white pickup, a dark-haired man and a blonde-headed woman, picked him up and did ask if the dog belonged to them. I am looking for my dog. He is greatly missed. He is sick, he needs medication, and he does need to be returned home. My number is 832-6258 and he goes by the name Harley. I would appreciate it. If you need payment for anything you've had to feed him or take care of him with, I will take care of that. Please, please, return my dog. We have three kids who miss him very much and so do I. I know that being the outstanding citizens you are, you will return him. Thank you so much.

Thank you, Judy, for acknowledging my compliment. I meant every word of it. You are truly beautiful. It gave my heart a thrill when you said that I could talk to you anytime I wanted to. I feel that you know who I am. I hope so, and I want you to know that I am truly sincere when I say that you are simply sensationally attractive.

Howdy, Brushey Bill here. Well, I just got back frum Worshington, and it shore wuz a bad trip. I-70 thru Saint Louis wuz awful riding a mule. The folks in Worshington said they wouldn't let George Bush live in their state, and that he lived in the District of Columbia. That explains why he's so brain dead. That's where they grow all that cocaine, ain't it? Well, I just might run fer prisidunt myself. I shore can't do no worse job than he done. Me and Barney give it a lot of thought and here is my platform to run on. First I'm gonna burn down the District of Columbia and spray it with weed killer so they can't grow no more cocaine there. Next I'm gonna send all these Yankees back up north and move the capitol back to Richmond, Va., where it wuz in the first place. I'm gonna build a fence with armed guards all along the Mexican border, and all along the Ohio River. Next winter I'm going to bomb Ohio. We'll use smart bombs to target the houses with boats in the yard. That'll keep them buckeyes from annoying the fishermen down here in Kentucky and Tennessee. Next all them foreighners will have to learn to speak English. I'm gonna give every law abidin' citizen a gun permit, and make it legal to shoot anyone doin' 45 miles per hour in the fast lane with a cell phone in their ear and a cigarette in their mouth. All them little hump-backed cars what goes kaboom, kaboom, kaboom so loud in the Wal-Mart parking lot will be taken to Ray Baker's and crushed flat, with the driver inside. Build a separate road for big trucks and drunk drivers. That problem will fix itself. End prison and jail overcrowding by sending all lifers, hardened street-gang types and anyone with more than two tattoos to an island like Alcatraz or Devil's Island. I'll probably use Antarctica. Rip the blacktop off of Little Shepherd Trail. Legalize trail bikes, scooters, ATV's, golf carts, and mules for the highways, as long as they are quiet. End all taxes on war veterans, they've already paid their share. Put red flashing lights on all lawyers' cars so they won't run over people while chasing ambulances. Take preachers off TV that drive a car costing over $100,000. Make that little preacher in your paper shave. Take Billy Mays off TV, and shoot him. Eliminate all hunting and fishing licenses. We should reward people who take their families outdoors, not charge them. Bring spanking back to schools. No one cussed the teacher when I was a kid. Outlaw neckties. Hang people who neglect or abuse animals (especially mules). Neuter child molesters, then hang them. When a criminal is released early, he will have to live with whoever had him released till his probation is over. Lock litterbugs in a room with loud rap music for 72 hours. If they happen to be black, use George Jones music. Barney and my staff are working on other reforms needed at present and will announce them during my campaign. An announcement of this magnitude should not be relegated to the back pages of Speak Your Piece but given due respect of any presidential candidate. Sincerely yourn, Brushey Bill. P.S. Bet you didn't think I knowed any 50-cent words like that, did you?