These are on-going tales about two red-neck boys called Bad Buck and me. Unfortunately I didnít know how to put them in order, so itís pot-luck when you open one. Please know Iím not making fun at red-necks--was raised amongst a few so feel I have right to use the tongue-in-cheek humor of these ďusunsĒ tales.
I have been asked where Bad Buck and me are from: theys be travelin boys...from holla's of west virginie to wetlands of florida--stoppin in Georgia and SC along the way.
Theys also wander 'bout other bad places if'n they's invited.