Okay, here we go. We've decided it'd be a smart idea to show some pictures from around where we live, 'cause no one would come looking for us, right? Okay. Now. It seems to us that there may be some people out there that are not quite clear about what hobo cans are. Everyone should know what these are. Okay, these are enormous cans. They hold like eight gallons of peas, and sweet kernel corn, and shit like that. Okay, here's a picture. Notice Echo's hand, just to give you an idea of the size of these cans which we have hurled at bees. 'Cause that is fun. Bee whacking is fun. Hey, Rain! We should take a pic of that and put it in here! LoL. Okay, here are the hobo cans.






Okay, now the places around us. One sight you'd get used to around here is dirt roads. Hell, main street is a fucking dirt road. Speaking of which, that is what this is a picture of. Main Street, hee hee hee. Okay, notice in this picture the stump in the foreground. Yes, the black stump. Oh, wait. That's not a stump. That's just Echo. He was trying to get out of the picture......






Okay, another sight we're used to is the fields. The fields and fields of rolling brown, dead grass. Okay, so here is a pic of that. Notice in this picture.....oh, wait. Echo's not in this one. Yay. Don't want to stare at his ugly ass.






Okay, and of course, what Redneck Photo Collection would be complete without the trailors. Okay, so here is a picture of a trailor. Yes, this trailor is inhabited. People with a Trak-Tour (okay, I'm having trouble spelling it right, none of them look right, and I've gotten as accustomed to calling them Trak-Tours as Rain has to calling Craig my Dattie) live here, they just never cut the grass. They live on the dirt road, across from the field. No, this is not either of our houses. We have a little more sense than that. Okay, here it is.






Okay, and for the hell of it, here is a picture of the field again. This one shows the lovely wooden posts. Isn't this just lovely? Okay.






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