I'd like to pitch an idea for another soft-scripted, pseudo-reality, puddle of runny male-bovine excrement television program.
Redneck Retreat.
Booze, Bibles and Roadkill BBQ.
The premise, we isolate, say four dozen rednecks, hillbillies, good ole boys, evangelicals and trailer trashites here.
We'll supply them with weed, a still or two for moonshine, a meth-lab and The Nascar Network. Then we sit back and film the hijinx and hilarity. I picture a "Survivor" type format, with the contestants being divided into clans. I thought about assigning clans based on genetics and DNA. But that might mean we only have one tribe. Through the course of several challenges, the beer burp off, the "Hold my beer, and watch this." and the ever popular sleep with your cousin, we narrow the field down to a final winner who receives these, replica clones of course, non-running, and sitting up on concrete blocks for yard decorations.
We can start the series off with the Duck Dynasty boys, The Honey Boo Boo Clan and the Duggar family, all 256 of them.
Wooooo hooooo!!! Mucho grassy ass compadre!!!
Here, hold ma' beer. This is gonna be EPIC!!! Yee-HAWWWWWWWW.
See you tomorrow.
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