The Reverend T.J. McCorkle of Louisburg, NC, announced today the opening of his fast food chain, Road-a-Kill. "We've had thousands of folks waiting in line all day long at all of our locations," said McCorkle. "We been eat'in road kill all our lives, now you can go right to the corner, mingle with your cousins, and eat road kill fixed the right way!"
"How's that?" called out a reporter from the local newspaper.
"In motor oil, dummy! You should know better Ezra!"
Reporter: "T. J., why do you think you have opened to this outstanding success?"
McCorkle: "Partly, cuz of our Red Eye Gravy, it's the only red eye made with real eyeballs! And the menu is always changing, you know, depending on road conditions. There was the time we had possum stew as a lunch special. The possum jumped out of the pot, fit as a fiddle! Dern thang. bit Maude on the ankle, got rabies poor little thang. The possum, not Maude. Maude already had the rabies!"
Reporter: "You're going to make millions! What are you going to do?"
McCorkle: "Don't know, aint given it much thought." He paused. "Maybe me and Maude will get us a nice condo down in Key West. You know, get away from all these red necks!"