Lord I love me a big ol' juicy cheeseburger that drips all down yer arms and up yer shirt sleeves. The small family of five went out for Slab O' Beef on Good Friday tonight, and as I was shoveling that cheeseburger into my yapper, Rufus informs me...
R: "You have got a HUGE mouth."
F: "Excuse me?"
R: "Ummm....I said you've got a big mouth."
Fatty just looks at Rufus, cheeseburger juice creeping up her sleeve...
R: "Ummm...What I mean is that your mouth is a lot bigger than mine...because...you are an adult...and...just because you are bigger than me...your mouth would be bigger, too...because you are thirty-six years old...of course, you don't look a day over nineteen...which makes you a serious hotty."
Bumpus to Rufus: "Nice work with the crawdaddin' son."
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