The Eighth Page

Phillipian Satire: Overheard on the Prairie

“Gucci boots? Butch, you shouldn’t have!”

“Please… no more yeehaw jokes… we can’t take them anymore…”

“My daughter… she aight doe.”

“Why can’t Billie Eilish’s new single be the campfire song tonight?”

“I guess it’s off to the glue factory for you!”

“So you get it, right? The horse’s name was Friday!”

“We lift our hearts up to the Lord. Mason Ramsey, please hear our prayers.”