Our favorite part is when, evidently unable to think of anything to rhyme with "nugget" (interestingly, "dumbshit" is a possibility), Ceddy non-sequiturs into an observation about keeping the "stacks on deck," and then, forging relentlessly ahead, displays the chains around his neck and says, for no fathomable reason, "dumbshit."
It's almost Joyceian in its stream-of-conscious narrative, sublimely absurdist in its portrayal of rural American life. Assuming it's a joke. And it's, well, sadly, probably not a joke. What do you think?
Holla at me, though. Dumbshit.