Please Read These Words

Sure.  Go ahead and make me sonny boy.  I bet you can’t shoot an ounce of piss for what it’s all worth.  You’re thinkin you know it all.  You and your college friends.  You and your smarty pants neighbors Bob and Barbara.  I tell ya you’re nothin.  NOTHIN!  Without me and my yelling at all hours of the night and day.  The wearing of the pajamas in the front yard, down the driveway, walking my Shitzu, going down the block for some coffee at the QuikEmart.  Just get out of my way.  I went through three wars, and THEN I married Karen.  Jesus.  Don’t tell me to shut up.  I can hit an empty can of Bud at five hundred yards, skin a camel, build a cabin out of matches, and still make it home for chicken dinner.  Go the hell back to Cleveland Sharky!  I said we don’t want your kind around here.  Those were the days I tell ya.  Climbin’ on the back of the turnip truck just in time for last call.  Go ahead I said.  Just try me.