Despite having one of the most poetic titles I've ever encountered, this video kind of sucks for a couple reasons. You can tell it's not home-distributed because of the music. What kind of self-respecting redneck would publish a video of himself tossing his wife's salad to weirdo 80s trance music? In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Greens Trailer Park, he owes it to his fellow greasemonkeys to play "Enter Sandman" on his cassette player as he cornholes someone who could very well be his 3rd cousin.
Man, I was hoping that shocking fetishes wouldn't penetrate that demographic, partially because they're kinda gross enough, you know? I used to see a lot of 5th graders at my old school wearing XXL Looney Tunes shirts from 1994, talking about how kickass their father's Chevy was (dual pipes? Rev that shit!). After you see this guy's wife soft-serve up some of last night's TV dinner, you're automatically treated to a guest tour of what it looks like to eat shit in the bathroom of a double wide.
(P.S. You never actually see his mullet blow in the wind, but as the video ends abruptly, you can see that he was going to spit the dook all over his wife's back. Extra-credit to anyone who finds the second edition of: "Gone Muddin' With My Wife.")
