Levi Johnston had best kick is own ass down to the City Clerk’s office for a marriage license. Like the folks at Whataburger say, "Wadda waitin’ for?" Oh, and no more poaching salmon; we rednecks get enough bad publicity as it is, without young Levi reinforcing the stereotype. Besides, Bristol’s dad had the redneck thing covered, way back in ’86. (Hey, I was stationed in Alaska back in the 70’s–who DIDN’T drive with a drink in them?)
Update (2 September). The evangelicals at the Republican Convention are cutting young Levi and Bristol an enormous amount of slack. Don’t let Governor Palin down, kids.
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