I’m a Redneck (Parody of Monty Python’s Flying Circus’ “I’m A Lumberjack”)

by: Bobbie Raye Duke

**Author’s note: Those of you who may be familiar with the famous lumberjack routine on the TV show Monty Python’s Flying Circus will know about this. It’s a Dukes of Hazzard version of it.**

*Bo/Daisy walk out in front of viewers, with woods/wilderness behind them, banjos pick out happy melody, Bo is peppy, Daisy stands beside him, smiling proudly*

Bo:

I’m a redneck,
and that’s okay,
I sleep all night and I work all day

Rednecks *sitting around/on top General Lee nearby*:

He’s a redneck,
and that’s okay,
He sleeps all night and he works all day

Bo:

I drive my car,
I eat my lunch,
I go to the lavatory,
On Wednesdays I go shoppin’
And have buttered scones for tea.

Rednecks:

He drives his car,
he eats his lunch,
he goes to the lavatory,
On Wednesdays he goes shoppin’
and has buttered scones for tea.

He’s a redneck,
and that’s okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

Bo:

I drive my car,
I skip and jump,
I like to press wild flowers
I like to put on Daisy Dukes
And hang around in bars

Rednecks:

He drives his car,
he skips and jumps,
he likes to press wild flowers.
He likes to put on Daisy Dukes
And… *rednecks suddenly shocked and baffled* …hang around in bars?!

He’s a redneck, and that’s okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

Bo:

I drive my car
I wear high heels
suspendies and a bra
I wish I’d been a girlie
Just like my dear mama
*Daisy pauses, suddenly starts crying*

Rednecks:

He drives his car
He wears high—*rednecks protesting indistinctly, shocked, all depart from General Lee, appalled*

Bo:

–suspendies and a bra
I wish I’d been a girlie
Just like my dear mama!

*music stops*

Daisy, crying:

And ah thought you was rugged! *slaps Bo in stomach, runs away crying*

Bo *awkwardly, birds tweeting in background w/sound of creek running* : :))

The Georgia Crackwave

by: Bobbie Raye Duke

Not too long ago, there was a very big crime situation
going on all throughout the state of Georgia. It didn’t happen
right away, but it was kind of like a flower. It started out as
a tiny little seed, and then just took its time growing. From
the top on down, things was gettin a little strange. Chillun as
young as 10, hardly more than li’l babies, was committing
abominations at their worst, ranging from prostitution to
homosexual gang rape, and was doing it behind their parents’
backs. ‘Twasn’t the poor folk always, ’twas the rich/middle
class folk, too. (Technically, though, it was the type whose
parents verbally/emotionally/physically or sexually abused ’em
one way or another…or it was the other way around, and the
parents just went and spoiled ’em rotten on command out of their
own wimpiness. Or the parents were alkys, you know how it is,
some of ’em, sadly, love Jack Daniels or Jim Beam more than
their own wife/husband/son/daughter. Parentin’ obviously ain’t
for the weak. Not like any of the above is any excuse for the
abominations these children committed.)

Whenever these particular children was caught by the law and
asked why they done what they done, sadly, the answer was always
the same– “I did it for Creamy Jade.” This was quite mysterious
to the law/public. But they didn’t care much. Just cuff em and
stuff em and that’s the end of it. So went it with all of them
criminals all the way up to age 30. Surprisingly, the age range
didn’t go no further, and the crimes were always the same.
Theft, auto theft, stereo theft, rape, prostitution,
hitman/woman jobs, anything. Anything for “Creamy Jade”. Later
on the law was finding out that they was doin’ it for money, not
just “Creamy Jade”, whatever that was. But money for what?

When Bo and Luke found out about this wierdness going on, Bo,
particularly, was a wee bit on edge. He was a wee bit worried
about the General Lee, the well-known and beloved ’69 Dodge
Charger of the county. (Especially its new CD THX sound system,
which he’d installed last week.) Goodness knows if this
wierdness ever hit Hazzard County, Sheriff Coltrane, Deputy
Strate and Boss Hogg would all too obviously be too busy sitting
around, chompin’ Chee-tos, picking their toes and watchin’ Dick
Clark’s Celebrity Bloopers. Later on, the Governor of Georgia
found out, finally what was the source of all this wierdness,
madness and mayhem.

Crack.

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Bo Gets Even (Sequel to Luke’s Squirrely Friend)

by: Bo Schneider

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Bo and Luke Duke were doing some fishing out at Hazzard Pond. Bo was still steamed about that squirrel that kept bugging him the day he and Luke went out hunting, and vowed to get revenge on the squirrel and whoever if anyone who was cahoots with it. Luke had been in a good mood all week, ever since he and his little squirrel friend pulled a fast one on Bo.

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Luke’s Squirrelly Friend

by: Bo Schneider

Bo and Luke Duke were out doing some hunting on a Saturday afternoon. Luke had noticed a deer in the distance that he thought would be good for dinner. He had the deer in his sights and was about to release his arrow when he heard Bo shouting.
The deer heard this and took off running. Luke was cursing under his breath at his young cousin’s sudden out burst. He took off at a jog towards his cousin.
When he got to where his cousin was, he couldn’t help but stop and laugh at what he saw. There was his baby cousin trying to get a squirrel out of his hair. The squirrel noticed Luke standing over in the distance watching them.
The little squirrel jumped out of Bo’s blond hair and took off up a tree with Bo right on his tail, cursing the whole time and yelling at the top of his lungs. Luke couldn’t hold in the laughing fit that he had been trying to hide any longer.
He burst out laughing and fell to the ground in the biggest laughing fit that he had in a long time. Bo heard his cousin laughing at him and turned around real fast. His face was red from anger and embarrassment and not to mention all the scratches from the squirrel’s claws and teeth. Bo stormed over to Luke as his older cousin was standing up still trying to control his laughter. Luke saw his cousin’s face. He decided to make a run for it before Bo decided to do something he would regret doing later on. Luke took off running at top speed having dropped his bow and arrows before he took off. He looked behind him and saw Bo running after him as fast as he could run, which was fast. Bo was catching up to Luke very quickly. Luke saw a tree and decided to make like a squirrel and climb like his life depended on it, which in his case right now it did. He heard Bo getting closer and made a leap for life onto the closest branch to the ground. Luke made it with no problems and started to climb higher all the while Bo was quickly closing the gap between him and Luke.
“LUKE DUKE GIT YER BUTT BACK HERE!!! I’M GONNA TEACH YOU TO LAUGH AT ME!!!” Bo yelled at his cousin.
“No way cousin! I’m not dumb I know what you plan to do to me if you catch me!” With that, Luke just kept climbing and jumping from branch to branch while Bo was doing the same, closing the gap between them at a rapid rate.
Luke started to become worried when he started to run out of branches to climb and jump on. Bo caught up to Luke and was about to knock both of them out of the tree, Luke from the impact of the punch and Bo from loss of balance, when an all to familiar critter jumped off of a branch above Bo and landed in his hair. Bo was so surprised that he jumped on the branch, which was enough to snap it. The branch, Bo, and squirrel all fell to the ground. Luke looked down expecting to see the worse. But when he looked down he saw Bo sitting up, the squirrel still in his hair. Luke couldn’t help but laugh at his cousin, who just stood up and started walking limping a little towards the farm mumbling something under his breath the whole time.
When Luke figured it was safe to get down, he started climbing down. Everything went good at first, but when Luke stepped on the second to last branch it gave way under his weight and he fell to the ground. Luke sat up and looked around dazed.
“Well I guess that teaches me not to laugh when someone falls out of a tree.” Luke said to himself. He stood up and brushed his pants off and started towards the farm. He stopped and looked up into a tree and saw a squirrel sitting on one of the low branches munching on an acorn. Luke smiled at it and the squirrel jumped down and ran over to Luke. It sat down in front of him. Luke reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a large acorn and bent down and handed it to the little squirrel who took it and looked at Luke again.
“Good job. Same time next week?” Luke said to the squirrel. The squirrel looked up at Luke and winked. It scampered back up the tree and into a hole in the trunk.
“Boy it sure does pay to train a squirrel. Especially when you raised it from a baby.” Luke said to himself. Luke started walking back to the farm. Chuckling to himself the whole way.