Hey, Pig. Who’s that?
“That ain’t a ‘who.’ That’s a ‘what.’ And what that is, is a rando.”
Ew.
“The ol’ Pig jus’ seems t’attract ’em! Mus’ be my sav-wah fair!”
You do have a lot of that.
“Too much! Can’t mosey on down to the liquor store without lookin’ like the Pied Piper! Jus’ wanna buy me a taste, an’ all of a sudden my wake’s full o’ weirdos an’ strange-types an’ sploinky-doinks!”
Sploinky-doinks?
“That’s them hippies who don’t never wear shoes. I calls ’em that cuz that’s the sound their feet make on th’ sidewalk.”
Bobby turns into one of them.
“Well, he ain’t at th’ moment! Ain’t havin’ that in th’ organization! The ol’ Pig puts his foot down when it comes t’ feet!”
Hey, I agree totally.
“Even th’ foxes gotta put on some shoes. Some, they walk around the city all day nothin’ in between their soles and all that nitty-gritty! Bottoms of their feet lookin’ like someone left a tire patch kit sittin’ on the radiator.”
Gross.
“The ol’ Pig won’t abide it.”
Always nice checking in with you, Pig.
“I’m a fountain of yes in a world made outta no.”
God bless you.
“Yes, he did.”
I see Trey got ahold of the Time Sheath during FTW.
my cousin Randall Wellington. R Dub
Is that Donna Jean sittin in the front row?
The guy looks like maurice gibb.
I thought it was Barry.
Thanks for the assist but I dont feel its him anyway.