Random Thoughts

Hey Moddy, I got 17 cents. What kind of pep talk will that buy me?

 

Moddy, am I even close to either of those?

 

Damn, Songbird. You have a book to write, now. You'll be out of podunk in no time!

 

Geez, Moddy, with friends like you ...

(and I'll get you the three cents. I gotta get to work now.)

 

Morgan: Chuck, I had a double burger!
Chuckie: Will you shut the fuck up? I know what you ordered, I was there.
Morgan: So give me my fucking sandwich.
Chuckie: What do you mean your sandwich? I bought it. Hey Morgan, how much money you got on you?
Morgan: I said I'd give you the change when we ordered the Sno-Cones when we pulled up, so why don't you give me my sandwich and stop being a prick.
Chuckie: Well why don't you give me your fucking sixteen cents you got on you and we'll put your sandwich on layaway. There you go, keep it right up here for you, We'll put you on a program. Everyday you bring your six cents and at the end of the week you'll get your sandwich.
Morgan: Why do you have to be such an asshole?
Chuckie: What am I, fuckin' sandwich welfare? I think you should establish a good line of credit. Like how you bought your couch, payment plans. Remember how your mother brought in $10 everyday for a year and she finally got her couch Rent-A-Center Style?
Morgan: Can I have my food now please?
Chuckie: [throws the burger at Morgan] Here's your fucking double burger!

 

The title can be "Pass the Straw and Don't Expect to Get It Back"

 

We may have to work on how I sport my caps, but my days as CradleRobber, King of the Playground, Statutory Studs (Yahoo! Fantasy Sports teams), etc., may be fading quickly after last night.

 

Wait a second...is our little CR in LOOOOOOOOOVE?

 

Miracles do happen.