Miles from the Jersey shore, not an ocean in sight, not even a birdbath. Boy, will you get a load of this dump? Even old MacDonald wouldn't want this farm.If there's no parking space, you make one. So, that's how we land in the big city.We disagree on whether or not they should whack me. Let's just say I'm having a little disagreement with my family. All right, because you look a little slow, I'll skip the salad and get right to the risotto.And by the way, you should know that Goose is a name that strikes fear into anyone on the East Coast. But there's only room for one wise guy on this farm. Proof? You want proof, huh? You see, Rusty the rotating rooster up there? Huh? Huh? He's about to get Goosed.I'd cut you off at the knees, but it looks like somebody's beat me to it. Hey, be careful, pony boy, or someday somebody's gonna wake up with your head in their bed.And now Sammy, Freddie, Johnny, they're all after me. Instead of hitting Freddie the like I was supposed to, I hit Sammy's capo, Johnny anado. Only this last job, I had a little mishap. And when Sammy the needs a lesson taught, the Goose is the guy he calls. Look, here's the whole spaghetti sauce.Let me guess: His parole officer's caught up with him.Okasaka! Slap-a-face-a! Break-a-bones-a! Ha, he, ha, he, he, he, ha, he, ha, ha, ha, he!. ![]()
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