Yeah, my wife is getting tired of me working at this dirty job. She don't like
the smell of asphalt and tar, and she's always complaining that I can do
better, and that my body is gonna give out one day. I keep telling her that
strong backs and weak minds run in my family, but she didn't find that funny
at all. I mean shit, can't she just have a beer waitin for me when I get home?
Hey Jack, ya think you can get yer ass over here and help me out, this guy
talks like his tongue is hung in the middle so both ends can flap!
That's nothin', take a gander of what I'm dealin' with!
.......and I told Randall that he just needed to junk that heap of metal he calls
a truck but do you think he'd ever listen to me? Nooooo....he's got some kind of
attachment to that worthless piece of junk..and to be honest he ain't never gonna
listen to me anyway...I swear I think that man is deaf in one ear and the other has
has somethin' stuck in it! Anyway, it's great that you stopped to pick us up and
and take us with you to this hootnanny, isn't this band just somethin' else? Look
at all the people dancing...of course....Randall has two left feet and if he even tried
to dance with me he'd just trip over his two left feet and end up laying on his back.
Oh, and speaking of 'back' you are never gonna believe this....I was at the local store
just the other day and ....................................