Brings back memories as a white kid living in rural SC. Most the adults were very racist, but they loved music. There was a black church that was known for the best choir. Every Sunday you would find several whites sitting outside the windows on benches listening. My grandfather was as racist as one could get, but he loved to go listen....always bragging...."that n...er choir sho can sing"....

That sounded suspiciously like The Oak Ridge Boys being lip synched.:haha::up:

Let's give Armistead a dead Microphone and cue up the record player.:ping:

It worked for Paul McCartney's spouse, Linda.:shifty:

Armistead is on the far left?

Hey, I grew up in fundy churches in the south....that had to be J.D. Sumner

He was really big in his day. (6' 5") :O:

General Baptist in my neck o' the woods. No dancin' or card playin' allowed.

Back in my younger day, try'n to get the attention of a gal I loved, the police set up video cams around her house. They claimed I was a stalker.....I was just in love. Anyways, they got a video of me singing and here it is. I think this will prove my ability beyond doubt.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jDBiMd3HNI

With that catterwallerin' I'da thrown a shoe at you. Worse than a tom cat hollerin'.

I'm a runnin'
 

Where is all the SS?

HEY!
Don't let them Roaches chase you out of the bordello!

between the bilge and my wife, i'm lucky to have any esteem left......

The self esteem of Armistead is legendary.
Who are you trying to fool besides yourself?:hmmm:

When Bear uses your leg in place of a tree, then you'll know the esteem tank is empty.:huh:

Old Bear will never turn on me....in fact, if we foster another dog for a bit, bear makes love to leg non stop to show his ownership...