Dang!
Now, mind you, blowin' up the Boar's Nest outhouse was the dirtiest thing them Duke boys ever pulled besides a plow, but doggone if it weren't necessary. Sure, it made a bar full of good ol' boys madder than a weasel in a gum-bush, and pretty near scorched the skivvies right off of poor ol' Deputy Wilbur Fudge, but there's more than plain meanness to this here deal. In fact, in all the ruckus, I reckon no one noticed Daisy switchin' the counterfeit money bags on poor ol' Enos–and it's an unusual day in Hazzard County when a body don't notice the finest legs in Georgia. I guess dynamite in the two-holer does get folks' attention right quick. Ain't them boys slick?
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 17 Jun 2011, 18:16, archived)