When the hillbilly wave crested on the west coast, Hollywood was more than happy to turn the reins over to the intruder. The decadence of the arts fostered some unbelievable combinations of human DNA mixed with Go-Jo Hand Cleaner and Spam. Beings composed entirely of old sheet music, jellied meat product, broken shoelaces and dried out Play-Doh began to climb on the signs and attempt to drive away anyone who retained a half of a brain.
Burma-Shave products was such a massive company and they were rising to the occasion, following their moldy destiny. If Microsoft wanted to survive they were going to have to scrap the computer software market and go to manufacturing full sized billboards to educate the remaining populace on how to be indistinct.
The converted 'billlies were just too damned adaptable. They focused on their limited areas of expertise and somehow managed to thrive along a narrow path; narrow but running deep. Some of the coastal hillbillies learned to breathe through gills and so they took to the muddy rivers and stagnant ponds, hoping to breed with their own particular kind of filth.
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