More mullets and a redneck baby

Alright, children, it's time for some more multimedia fun with Bubba!

There really aren't enough words for what's wrong with this picture, but here's a little redneck baby. All I know is these parents probably shouldn't be allowed to procreate any more.



Honestly, beside the fact that this lump of sweaty hillbilly lard looks like the Michelin Man, I'm questioning whether this baby is licking the can because it's cold or he's still jonesing from his fetal alcohol syndrome.



Next up, we've got a couple more cases of child abuse. Let's start with Shooter McStyles.



While I understand that this kid is in a cowboy/Western themed place, something tells me that those aren't toy guns. I'm pretty sure Shooter and the rest of his family are packing where ever they go.

Also, let's not overlook the fact that his parents obviously did this to him on purpose. This kid has more product in his hair than a stripper in West Virginia. Nothing in this photo makes sense, so let's move on.


Our next case for immediate sterilization of the entire human race is Billy Lee Bobby and his brother, Bobby Lee Billy.



These two kids never had a chance. This is the family's night out spending their stimulus check - you can tell because the kids are wearing their best clothes and they're eating out.

The problem with this situation is I know Billy Lee Bobby (he's the older one - you can tell because he got the good name) was given a straw with his drink, but still has a Kool-Aid mustache. What's that mean? It means Billy Lee Bobby is so inbred he was born with it. God help him.

Meanwhile, Bobby Lee Billy is terrified of all the short haired freaks he's seeing and clinging to his big brother for dear life.



Let's move on and see what is most likely to become of these poor children. Here we'll climb farther up the bamboo tree which most correctly symbolizes their genealogy.

This is Chuc. Chuc is named so because Daddy didn't like long names. That and he never learned any of the letters from J to M in the alphabet.



Chuc's hobbies include watching his mom take showers and mouth breathing. You can see him here in stalking his next victim at a local park. If he's lucky, he'll be able to score some road kill on the way home as well. Either way, he'll be wearing the skin of someone or something before this day is out.



And finally, I bring you BJ. BJ doesn't stand for anything except for what Daddy was wanting the night Mommy (aka Daddy's sister) got knocked up.



BJ is a true American. He believes 3 things and lives his life by these rules.

#1: Bud is the best beer ever made. He'll kick your ass if you even try to argue it, but secretly indulges in some Natty Ice when he wants to get fucked up quick.

#2: Shirts are for queers. I don't really know what his point is, but I'm not going to ask.

And #3: It ain't incest if your drunk, and hand jobs don't count anyway.

Keep rockin' BJ. You're living the American dream.


So there you have it, kids, more proof that reproduction going unchecked is keeping us strong.

After all this, I'm going to go buy a gun. And a sheep. That way if any of these hill fucks come after me I'll distract them with something to fuck and have a defensive measure in case they just got off their sister.

'Nuff said. The Bubba has spoken.