What if you created a story about a pinball game using the "Crazy Libs" feature on RinkWorks and then you ran it through the "Dialectizer" to convert it to Redneck, my favorite dialect?

Judge for yourself, but remember, I did not make this up.

T'other century, ah played whut is perhaps the dawgoned-est scaly pinball game I've evah see. It was called "Th' Connivin' Waffles of Al th' Platypus." Th' objeck of th' game was t'hit th' ball wif th' flippers an' th' rotatin' houn'dogshoe t'git it t'go through th' Wet Tunnel of Arrogance, tharby lightin' th' bonus drainpipes which yo' c'd hit t'enter th' Super Spittin' Armadillos Roun'. Alternately, eff'n yo' hit th' ball into th' Embarrassin' Ramp, th' Gyratin' Mushy Exterminato's of Stamina'd become ackivated, which arns yo' trimenjus bonus points eff'n yo' hit all twelve of th' Toothbrushes of Ponnerin' wifin one millennium, dawgone it. Yo' kin win an extry ball eff'n yo' wallop th' Cold Wrench of Laughin', but only when all th' Drop Armchairs haf been shot. It was a pow'ful silky game, but af'er playin' fo' a weekend straight, mah kneecap was so'e fo' a year.

So what else is there to do on a cold snowy day in Tennessee?
Howard