Ash: We could make a band, and we could call it "Hillbilly, and the Flatlanders!"
Me: HA! HA! Yeah, or "Ditzy, and the Nitwitts!"
Ash: HA! HA! HA! Wait...Did you just call me a nitwit?

Me: I'm Good People, baby!
Ash: We ain't bad!
Me: HA! Yeah, well somebody lied!

Ash: Watch this...*Starts singing* "Baby, this is our Love Song, because you deserve it. I Wanna Make You Cry, by covering you in Long, Slow Kisses. 'Cause baby, we Good People!"
Me: Ok, that's sad...FUNNY, but sad...You sound like me!
Ash: In that case, I'm heading to the nut house!

Ash: Must be doin' something wrong...
Me: That's not how it goes...
Ash: I know that...
Me: Then why are singing it like that?
Ash: Brain fart?
Me: Well, that explains the smell!

Me: Have you ever wondered why the people that answer the phones "hello?"
Ash: Yes, why?
Me: Why does't we say "Heaven-o?"
Ash: erm, I don't know...Maybe because 65% of people are going to hell----o!
Me: ASHLEY NICOLE RUDD! HOW MEAN! *bursts out laughing* But that was funny

Ash: Ever wonder what dogs think?
Me: No, because I know...
Ash: Then what do they think?
Me: "Wait till he goes to sleep! I'll show him to blame that fart on me! He'll be sorry, come morning!"
Ash: Maybe that's why my clothes have a "funny" smell....*blink*

Ash and Me sing 'Then we rolled into Canton. Scared the hell out of Marilyn Manson'
Me: Scarring him, wouldn't be hard...Hell, we wouldn't even have to try...
Ash: Just being us is scary enough!
Me: I really don't want a "bang in my ying-yang"...That just sound's painful!
Ash: Eeew, it does! YICKES, uh, I mean...Yikes!
Me: YICKES? HA! HA! Beside's HICK, you can say "Hey ya'll! I'm a YICKER!!"
Ash: That sounds like a disease!
Me: Are you fatal?

Ash starts singing 'Never smile at a crocodile. Never tip your, and stop to talk a while...'
Me: Who would talk to a croc?
Ash: I don't know, but maybe all the people that did, should have listened....

I've alway's loved "Chug A Lug" by Roger Miller, but I heard Kentucky Headhunter's version of it, and I love their version too!



Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Makes you wanna holler "hi-dee-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Grape wine in a mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine and after class
Me and him and this other fool
Decided that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so helped ourselves
First time for everything
Umm, my ears still ring

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler "hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

4 H and FFA
On a field trip to the farm
Me and a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn
Where we uncovered up a covered up
Moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
And I swallered it with a smile
Brrrrrrr....I run ten miles

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler "hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Jukebox and sawdust floor
Something like I ain't never seen
Heck, I'm just goin' on fifteen
But with the help of my faneglin' uncle
I get shuck in (I get snuck in)
For my first taste of sin
I said, "let me have a big ol' sip..."
Brrrrr....I done a double back flip

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler "hi-dee-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug