You can call my ol lady ugly. Thats fine.
You can call me fat. Thats fine.
You can say I can't ride worth a tinker's dam. Thats fine.
You can tell me I throw a baseball like a girl. Thats fine.
You can say I can't hit a bull in the ass with a shotgun from three feet away. Thats fine.
You can call me lazy. Thats fine.
You can call me a F'n packer. Thats fine.
In fact you can say most anything. Most. But not all, not everything.
It really pisses me off when someone gets to kvetchin' like a bagel jockey at a pushcart in Time's Square, all pissy and whiney like one of Arnie's described "girlymen", and they just straight up tell you stuff that ain't so.... AND... you try to explain, try to show the how and why, fill in the missing details.... and they restort to name calling (from list "A", above), as well as retorts that are filled with niggardly quips of logic and truth.
All righty then! I'm over it!
You can call me fat. Thats fine.
You can say I can't ride worth a tinker's dam. Thats fine.
You can tell me I throw a baseball like a girl. Thats fine.
You can say I can't hit a bull in the ass with a shotgun from three feet away. Thats fine.
You can call me lazy. Thats fine.
You can call me a F'n packer. Thats fine.
In fact you can say most anything. Most. But not all, not everything.
It really pisses me off when someone gets to kvetchin' like a bagel jockey at a pushcart in Time's Square, all pissy and whiney like one of Arnie's described "girlymen", and they just straight up tell you stuff that ain't so.... AND... you try to explain, try to show the how and why, fill in the missing details.... and they restort to name calling (from list "A", above), as well as retorts that are filled with niggardly quips of logic and truth.
All righty then! I'm over it!
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