If poor ol' Jim Bob doesn't visit a brothel every now and then, or stick it up his own sister in the Christian hillbilly tradition, I wonder when he had his last satisfying fuck, sorry, "make love"?

I'd say nowadays Jim Bob uncaringly walks into her womb, has a totally disinterested wank, and yet another filthy little WASP widget is whelped.

Or maybe he fills her up with Scrapple, chitlins, and corn mush, sends in Cletis, his coon hound, after the food and then fucks Cletis' freckle?

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