Alabama Bama’s feeling rougher than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs! This week, we dive into a hilariously chaotic convo where Bama spills the tea on her wild night of licking rusty cans and questionable flu shots—courtesy of a horse vet! 😅 I mean, who knew those shots were meant for horses? As if that wasn't enough, she's got a karaoke recovery plan involving Kid Rock, 'cause nothing cures a cold like belting out “Cowboy” with a side of NyQuil, right? 🤪 So grab your snacks and get ready for some belly laughs as we navigate this wild ride together! Buckle up, it’s gonna be a bumpy but hilarious journey! Bama's back, folks, and she’s as lively as a squirrel on a sugar high! We kick things off with a classic Haystack moment, where I’m all chirpy and then BAM! Bama drops the bomb that she’s feeling sicker than a dog that just chowed down on some gas station sushi. Yep, you heard that right! Turns out, she thought it was just a little tetanus from licking some rusty cans (don’t ask, it’s a long story), but nah, she woke up feeling like she got hit by a truck! Who knew rusty cans could be so dangerous? But don’t worry, she’s got a plan: after a night of downing some Night Quil, she’s ready to belt out Kid Rock at karaoke like a true champ. I mean, if you can survive being harvested for your organs, you can definitely survive a few sniffles, right? Buckle up, because this episode is a wild ride through Bama’s bizarre world, and trust me, you won't want to miss a second of it!
Transcripts
Speaker A:
Good morning.
Speaker A:
It's Haystack.
Speaker A:
It's pretty much my favorite time of the week when we get to chat with my long lost friend Bama down in rural Alabama.
Speaker A:
And Bama and I were chatting just a second before we came on the air and she sounded kind of rough.
Speaker A:
Bama, you don't sound so good this morning.
Speaker A:
Is everything okay?
Speaker B:
Oh, hey, Stack.
Speaker B:
I am sicker than a dog after a batch of gas station sushi.
Speaker B:
At first I thought it was just tetanus.
Speaker B:
Cause, you know, I was licking all them rusty cans on Saturday night, but this morning I woke up feeling like I got hit by a truck.
Speaker A:
I do not even want to know why you were licking rusty cans.
Speaker B:
Well, it's a long story and an even longer dare.
Speaker B:
And not in a good way either.
Speaker B:
I'm shocked though, because I got a flu shot.
Speaker A:
Well, you would think that would have helped.
Speaker B:
Well, yeah, it should have.
Speaker B:
The only problem was, was it wasn't exactly a flu shot.
Speaker B:
It was something the horse vet gave me.
Speaker B:
They said it's strong enough to kill worms out of a horse's heart, so I just assumed it would protect me from a little cold.
Speaker A:
Oh, Bama, I don't think that's how vaccines or horses work.
Speaker B:
Oh, it's fine.
Speaker B:
If I survive being harvested for my organs, I can survive the sniffles.
Speaker A:
You.
Speaker A:
Oh my.
Speaker A:
You.
Speaker A:
You might want to see an actual doctor.
Speaker B:
No, no, I'm good.
Speaker B:
I'm about to hit the night quill and try to sleep this thing off.
Speaker B:
So I'm fully recovered for Kid Rock karaoke.
Speaker A:
Oh, so that's your recovery plan?
Speaker B:
You bet you.
Speaker B:
I may be a coughing, but I still got the lungs for bow with to borrow.
