Ode to a Propane Salesman

You wear your blue jeans and white t-shirt as if you created them. Arlen, Texas is not just a home to you, but a way of life that should be respected and appretieated for all its worth. Hank Rutherford Hill you should be Webster’s Dictionary definition of a man. Once you head to Strickland Propane, you put all problems aside to live your dream; selling propane and propane accessories. Only if all of us could be as happy as you when we go to work. Peggy is God’s gift to the world, and you have her all to yourself. Bobby may not “all be there” but that doesn’t stop you from trying to embed Cowboys football and propane in to his head everyday. I’m sure when he grows up he will thank you for all the time and effort you put in to him so he comes out straight. Ladybird should be a show dog bloodhound, but you have taken her away from the pimping lifestyle to treat her like the queen she is. In a past life, I am sure your friends were knights of the round table, you of course being King Arthur. Alamo beer is your drink of choice and want a fine choice indeed. All other beverages are crap, and you don’t need to sample them to know this. Your neighbor Kahn only shows hatred towards you, we all know, because he’s jealous of your lavish yet posh lifestyle, and wishes he could be a “dumb redneck” such as yourself. So here’s to you King of the Propane industry, if the entire world could live next to Hank Hill, the world would be a better place. Full of propane and Cowboys fans.