Let me tell you a story. Whether it’s true or not, I’ll leave up to you to decide. Either way the names are changed, frankly because it just sounds cool to say that but as for myself, I figure if you don’t want your name out there, don’t do stupid stuff. Agreed?

Ok, well it all started one day in June in the “Love your brother” trailer park in good ol’ Pikeville, Kentucky. I don’t even want to know who came up with the name. Don’t even ask. Let me continue. It was hot. Unbearably hot. One of those days, if you had a pan of cake batter, you’d have a cake hot.. You know, hotter than your sister in the pool hot. If you're from Kentucky that is, and they were. Moving on.

On this really hot day, Junior and his cousin Willie had been working in their garage and realized they had run out of cigarettes and Pabst Blue Ribbon. Somebody was going to have to go to the carryout. Who would it be? They decided to flip a coin to see. They took out the only coin they had and Willie flipped it. Then they watched it fall to the floor and through a grate in the concrete. Did I mention these two were a few fries short of a happy meal if you know what I mean.

Their next big idea involved racing two chickens out in the backyard to see which one would be first back to the coup before the dog got ahold of...