What’s happening with you lately?
“Stuff it, dickballs.”
And there’s the hostility. Explain your hat, sir.
“Don’t make demands.”
Can you enlighten us in re: the hat?
“Stop asking question.”
I’m limited to declamatory statements?
“No, just shut the fuck up, fuck-up. My headgear and the brim orientation thereof are my business.”
Just curious.
“Curiosity fucked the cat. Curiosity held the cat down and fucked it in the ass.”
Dry?
“Dry! Remember that the next time you get curious.”
You’re getting increasingly ornery.
“Increasingly sick of your shit. I don’t like being part of this nonsense, and I’ve told you that repeatedly.”
Grahame likes it.
“Grahame got dropped on his head a couple times when he was a baby.”
That’s a horrible thing to say.
“He gets confused. And he’s never learned the alphabet above the letter L.”
He went to Yale.
“That’s the other one. Grahame did a semester at Marin County Community.”
Not true.
“Listen, the point is that I don’t like you and I’ll wear my hats however I want.”
That’s two points.
“Leave.”
Okay.
(With thanks to valued member of the Comment Section Smoking Leather for the pic.)
grahame went to yale???? i am impressed. (except when i think about george bush….)
I thought Graham went to Princeton
You may be right.
Pigpen went to Princeton.