My PO is a-rising up 2 th occasion, he gonna show
'em who be the boss of the world. He had me on this
computer for over an hour a-trying to find somethin
out that he thinks he need 2 B a-no-N and when I failed
the test (one more time) he B decidin to call this fancy
phone number 1-800-REMOTE. But, U gotta relize,
he don't need remote information, he B needin some
info bout a Sony satellite receiver. So the nize man at
the REMOTE place give him a new very fine, sure 2
pleaze number and he called it and those folks wanted
14.95 to even take his call. So he hanged up mad. Then
he come 'n tell me he gonna call 'em back and give 'em
a fake credit card no. and when they go to try to get
their ill-gotten pay they be screwed. My PO may soon
have a PO of his own. Think So? GO KAPTAIN!
Hadn't dun it yet, now he on the phone 1 more time
with sumbody else and he is a-yelling and a-yellin sum
kinda numbers at um. I just be glad he B in the other
room, meybe his nu medicin stuff tomorrow be a good
thing. Pray 4 ur mama. Life ain't never dull at this
here trayler park.
Yo Mama B waitin 4 ur prayers, big time.
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Let's see - if it is supposed to take 6 weeks for the Kapitan to feel the full effect from his new "vitamins", do ya think that ya could just give him 42 pills tomorrow and get a more speedy result?
I hope them viter-mins ain't wee-ner pills!
(I had to erase that the first time I posted it cause I wasn't sure that I spelled wee-ner right...I had to repost using ETF.)
Fatty....I don't want to be hearin any talk about any wee-ner pills unless those there pills belong to Lucy P. Jones.
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