Don't Bend over in the Garden Granny: You Know Them Taters Got Eyes

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Some of the technologies we use are necessary for critical functions like security and site integrity, account authentication, security and privacy preferences, internal site usage and maintenance data, and to make the site work correctly for browsing and transactions. If you chuckle at the idea of it, he will regale you with tales of his love for Clemson, Weyman C Wannamaker and more. Complaining that Lewis Grizzard's writing lacks a plot is like complaining that Beethoven or Merle Haggard's music isn't good to dance to. If the end user devices are left with their defaults intact, they will repeatedly try to connect to known access points.

Light blue paper with silver author's initials and gold paper around spine with turquoise text on spine. He tells about his several honeymoons, how men are raging hormones as teenagers (and girls say no) and trying to avoid sex in their 40s when their wives are raring to go, and even ways to deal with not getting sex when you want it among other things. Ruth could seriously hurt someone and other hilarious subjects that will keep you laughing for days.He wrote essays full of perceptive and funny insight into what makes people tick, or at least amusement that he didn't understand certain things, such as Dr. To enable personalized advertising (like interest-based ads), we may share your data with our marketing and advertising partners using cookies and other technologies. I know one thing for sure, it’s that author if author Lewis Grizzard was born a millennial, he’d be dropping the dankest memes left, right and center.

Erma Bombeck with a penis, the proto-shoggoth version of Jeff Foxworthy, Grizzard (rhymes with "his yard," not "blizzard") wrote about a dozen comedic books between 1984 and 1993, mostly about living in the South and not understanding these dad-blasted kids today. It waffles between hilariously dated cultural jokes (Tammy Faye Baker is a big target of Grizzard's ire, as is surprisingly Jerry Falwell), dirty jokes torn right out of your bestselling bathroom reader, like Big John and his "big business," three inches long (measured from the floor, of course); and weird personal anecdotes about Grizzard and his wives. If you remember him at all, it's probably for having some of the most ridiculous book titles to ever grace the shelves at Woolworth's: Shoot Low Boys, They're Riding Shetland Ponies, Elvis is Dead and I Don't Feel So Good Myself, and of course Don't Bend Over in the Garden, Granny, you Know Them Taters Got Eyes. This was Grizzard's "sex" book, the one I remember most clearly from childhood, probably because it had "dirty jokes" in it.As his columns became popular, they were syndicated in hundreds of newspapers, leading to speaking engagements nationwide. Lewis Grizzard’s Don’t Bend Over in the Garden, Granny, You Know Them Taters Got Eyes is a book with no true purpose.

No missing or damaged pages, no creases or tears, and no underlining/highlighting of text or writing in the margins. In truth, the book is so PG-rated these days it transforms the reader into a bizarre time-traveling cultural scavenger, the way i'd imagine it might feel to discover a collection of daguerrotypes of frontierswomen's ankles. Due to the somewhat awkwardness of the book, I took away a star because stars are taken away for awkwardness. Can't say exactly what was so great about all these Grizzard books that I read during the 80s, but they made me laugh. If you weren't around during a very specific point in American history (the late 80's, when Reaganomics was the rage and "Full House" was the raunchiest thing on TV) and in a specific place (the South), you've probably never heard of, nor would you care to hear of Lewis Grizzard.Writing about wives, lovers and friends, Grizzard sets out to prove that sex is not dirty but hilarious--and he succeeds.