“I could yoink you one if you’d like.” “That’s okay, Bob.” “Or I could get Mickey to.” “I have enough shirts.” “I used to, but my sister-in-law–” “Lillian Monster.” “–thought she smelled pork chops in my closet and threw out everything. Had to get Mickey to yoink me a whole new wardrobe.” “Is there any … Continue reading Yoakum, Yoked