Let's play the Hazzard County Trivia Game?

 

Now there will be some out there, who know me really good, who will get this the first time, but let's see if the imbuscles who won't catch this. Now then:

What does the letters B.A.B.S. stand for?

Just who is B.A.B.S.? 

And finally who introduced me to Emmy, Picasso, and Haylee? Okay ready for answers? 

B.A.B.S. stands for Becky's boutique. Located in grand New Jersey and elsewhere. The goddess regardless of all things on the succulent menu of us phoote and pheete smorgasbord. B.A.B.S. runs a successful, helped in part by replay, a video show on YouTube. What impressed me, was that she explained, that you absolutely were not a freak if you are into toes and pheete. Of course, I snagged 

onto the thing as, this is a toe,

this is a tow truck, 

brought together you get a TOEW TRUCK 

Now I'm not the only one that took it to the extreme. First, a newsrag type of publication of and for us in towing started in about 1990 somewhere called, Phoote(foot) Notes. They sold out to Truck Trader, making T.R. FootNotes. With this who better than the toew and toewing conisouer, namely me. So originally PhooteNotes Radio was created. However back in 1974, with all the big truck radio shows, few if any radio shows existed for us toew truckers. So in 1978 between the time I had to report for basic, and my Dad's death once LexiBelle 

 was purchased and all, a small radio station came belting out of the then Hagerman later to be called the Hazzard Valley, radio station KTOW, or KAY tow(e). So a full gun promo project was launched and whilst I basked in the sweltering sweat of San Diego, in basic, the crew here, brought KTOW from being lukewarm, to a full-on scalding boil. By the time I came on my first leave, we had a radical, rebel station, that none in the valley, scared of the provincial Church. would try, we did. Long before Dr. Demnto, Long before Stern, there was I the ye ole RodeWolf(AyreWolf) howling up and down the interstate. And now you know, it was sweet Becky aka B.A.B.S. which stands for BadAss Becky Show. 

Who for once told me I wasn't crazy, insane, or just plain mentally challenged that I preferred the beauty of tiny toes, in stockings, and not so much breasts, or butts. I owe a lot to that lady. And she is by far more of a lady, than many I have met here. B.A.B.S. is not porn, butt there are tons of women here, and I mean tonsButts. Or as we say it on two levels, I'll let you pick the choice, Thunder Butt, and Thunder Thighs. And as B.A.B.S. said on her show once, loving pheete does not make me a freak it makes me unique. Plus and this is the bonus here. Ever hear of loving pheete being against the proverbial, Word-Of-Wisdom? Or getting a gal PG, or catching the creepy-crawly, STDs? 

More in the morning, on my major meeting with the Bishop, and the religious progression, of regression.