Wal, I’ve been dealin wif SOB’s drinkin, an fartin, an hollerin, an bligerence, an stinkin, an barfin, t'name jest th' obvious.
Howevah, tonight, ah was t'accompenny him t'Dallas t'see some AH buds. Af'er a few six-packs of Schlitz, he done opened a big-ol-can of Genuine-SOB-Whoop-***, an tried t'throw me outta th' trailer, an' frackured mah arm, dawgone it. ah had ta offer sexual favors to a carload of Mexicans t'git back home, at 2am, dawgone it. No illushuns hyar, enny longer.
Nice squinty-eyed-fat fella, huh?
While ah's not th' so't of varmint t'hold grudges, thar is no way on this hyar earth thet ah will let him git away wif his foul behavour. Which is why fo' ah's makin' it public.
eskimo
