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I oft dream to associate with the likes of Boss Hog of “Dukes of Hazzard” fame. Ever since I was a little chap, I have always hallucinated of sporting a white suit and hat, driving a Cadillac and smoking cigars. I would chase down pesky evildoers in a rural community of intrigue and political shadiness. My pockets would be lined with cash monies and I would have scores of people to do my bidding.

Boss Hog's bitter, black heart pumped with the sap of evil. The Boss was an unsightly man who never amounted to anything but exuded a grace for stupidity.