Hole in the Head Gang!
When the wind R a blowin'
yer chimes will be a Bang!in'
Recycled "Empty Bullets" R the main ingreedient in RedNek Wind Chimes. We like to call em by names such as Wind Bang!ers, Noise Makers, 'n Wind Charmers. We pick up shells that pop'd outa guns after peeple R dun practice shootin'. We pick up after inviernmentally dumb folk too who left their bullits all over the durt!
Anywho, RedNek Wind Bang!ers R strung with 48 lb Hemp twine 'n hung on boards from old fences what blew down. Now we sware that we did not smoke nun o that hemp! Xcept we wunder if'n that ol Bang!er whoaman got her brain all befuddled with that wacky tobacky back in the day, when the found'rs of this grate nayshun were growin at stuff like corn! But y'all arta know by now that Hemp don't git ya off at all. But that weed's lil sister has a ton o qualerties to it, 'sides a peasful hi. That arta make them folks what makes stoopid laws in that white cassel back yonder east, think 'bout that some more, when they's not juiced up theyselfs! Sheet, that tobacky what goes by Maryjane aint bad at all, speshally after see'n what deestilled fire-water does to the Bang!er whoaman!
We aim to please folks that buy R Wind Bangers. They R purty much garonteed to blow 'round 'n bang like the men-folk been gone fer a munth o sundys! Heck, she gots a place whar the wind howls like a coyote in heat! They are garonteed ta chip too if they's painted up real purty, 'n git all weather beaten-up too!
Keep it in yer mind that these hear RedNek Wind Chimes R the real thang 'n you shood not find 'em no where else! Them R sumpthin' ev'ry Rednek man wood wanta git fer his whoaman back at the cabin yonder, if she cooks the vittles offener than not. She'd be proud as heck to see her man cummin home wit somethin other than a varmint to put in the pot. Yer lil lady just might wanna git nekkid 'n hug 'n kiss on ya fer bringin home some REAL BLING to blow 'round. Now, if yew's a whoaman thinkin 'bout sumthin fer yer man... yew mite seriosly think 'bout gittin him a Bang!er too! What sorta man wood not like a Bang!er hangin 'round?
May the mighty wind blow at yer back, 'n move yew on down the trail with some gittyup in yer boots. The
Bang!er Whoaman hopes it t'wernt yestiday's vittles what put the wind in yer gittyup. Yeee Haaaa!
This hear webby site is best looked at usin' that gull-durned IE browzer!
The sounds may not be exacitally rite, cuz they is hard to git recorded currectly. But they all sound reel good
We can't put 'em all on this site cuz
every one is differnt!
Yew can also order the ol fashon way which is all rite by us!
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