She didn’t spray him. She stood there, foam dripping from the nozzle, and whispered, “Why?”
The flagship program was “Midnight Possum Chorus.” Every night at 11 PM, Jasper would tune his ancient microphone, take a sip of sassafras tea, and announce: “Alright, you night owls and dust bunnies, it’s time for the Possum Chorus. Tonight’s theme: ‘Roadkill Redemption.’” River Fox - Yee-Haw - PornMegaLoad -2018-
Then there was “The Yee-Haw News Desk.” Every Sunday morning, Jasper delivered a serious-faced report on local events, but with a twist: all bad news was delivered as a hoedown. “In a tragic turn of events at the county line (stomp, clap), a tractor tipped and squashed a pine (stomp, clap), Mrs. Gable’s prized hog, he run away, now she’s cryin’ over Chardonnay (yee-haw!).” The first time he reported an actual house fire in this format, the volunteer fire department showed up at his shack with torches and pitchforks. He apologized by dedicating an entire episode of “Possum Chorus” to fire safety, featuring a dramatic reading of the owner’s manual for a smoke detector. She didn’t spray him