“You got the boney maroney, Ass?”
Maybe.
“Walk a couple miles out of town and bury yourself alive.”
No.
“Save the world some work. You’re done for.”
I might not have it. And if I do, it might not be that bad.
“Nah. I can read your aura. You know what color it is?”
What color?
“Chinese malfeasance.”
Not a color.
“It’s yellowish.”
Racist.
“Everything’s racist to your generation. You better get over that, man. This plague’s gonna reshuffle the world via several rohowas.”
Racial holy wars?
“Just like Dio sang about.”
Dio did not sing about racial holy wars.
“Absolutely did. Just in secret. Those dragons in his lyrics were racist as shit.”
I don’t believe you.
“Me and Ronnie James used to hang in the 80’s. Went skank-shooting together. He liked tall chicks, so we used to drive down to LA and watch the UCLA women’s volleyball team practice. He’d jerk it sometimes. Great little guy.”
None of that is true.
“Irregardless, you stay at least nine miles away from me.”
I will respect your Personal Health Radius.
“If you die, I don’t want any of your stuff. Everything you have is crap.”
Thanks, Billy.
“Hey, I’m here for ya. Just go away.”
Sure.
You truly have the gift for squeezing out those thousands words from a pic. As always, well done. Keep yer chin up.