Hillbilly Yard Sale

Uncle Bubba was rollin' through the bluegrass hills and tobacco farms of north Kentucky, round about Owenton when he unwittingly attended at a hillbilly yard sale. He stopped at an infrequent stop sign and was parked next to a house fortified with a bank of belongings in the front yard. It seemed to be no more than 8 feet from the curb to the front porch and two fellers were sitting on it having a smoke. That's when Bubbie noticed that they were surrounded by numerous red gas cans and other petroleum based liquid containers obviously needed to service the many dilapidated lawnmowers and decrepit power tools that surrounded them. It became obvious that it wasn't a yard sale at all, just two fellers havin' a smoke and he'd better stop starin' and move on. Good times!