A God awful hick "club" located in Cookeville, Tennessee that serves as the weeknight congregation location for all Hicks in the surrounding area. They make you pay $10 at the door to suffer through shitty country songs while hicks in cowboy boots line dance. Since Club Jet closed down, this has been the only night life in Cookeville (unless you count fucking your Jackson County cousin. Then you have two things to do at night.)
Hick 1- "Hey Bobby. Now that Wednesday night service is over, lets go to that there Rodeo Bob's."
Hick 2- "Good idea Billy. Hell, and afterwards we'll sit outside Goodwill with our pickup trucks and loiter."
Hick 1- "I'll even invite my cousin Bobette. She is one of them there Jackson County girls."
Hick 2- "By God Bobby, you are a genius. I'll be your wing man to help you get in Bobette's overalls. Your father told me that when she takes out her dentures it feels just like being blown by a deer."
Hick 1-" Golly just thinking about that has got my sapling a-growin'!"
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