A Horrible Reenactment

September 20, 2002
A Horrible Reenactment
Hey, boy.
Yeah, paw?

Let’s us rush the field and beat the shit outta that bald guy.


Yeah, let’s us rush the field and beat the shit outta that funny lookin’ bald guy.

Why for, paw?

‘Cuz he looks funny. I think he might be mixed.

Mixed, paw? Aw, come on.

Well, mixed or funny or something. He don’t look right.


C’mon, you big sissy. I betcha we can take ‘im.

Yeah, but paw, it’ll be on teevee and all. All my friends’ll see.

Boy, tell you what. You jump out with me an’ beat the shit outta that bald guy, and I’ll buy you a six pack of the Rock when we git home.



How ’bout a pack o’ cigarettes?

Mmmmmmm, boy, you drive a hard bargain.

And rubbbers, paw. I really need some rubbers. You know how Colleen is about me wearin’ them rubbers when we’re a’ bumpin’ rugs. Will you buy me some rubbers, paw?

If you go down into that field with me and beat the shit outta that bald guy, I’ll buy you some rubbers, boy.

All right, paw. You got it.

Okay, boy! I knew you had it in you! Let’s go get that mixed motherscratcher.

Yeah! Hey, paw?

Yeah, boy?

I love you.

Shuddup, boy.


Another Way To Look At It
My Dad, on the bizarre attack on Royals coach Tom Gamboa: I think the good news is that there are still some fans left out there who care… who really really really care!!

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