Tuesday, June 27, 2006
On the Porch
-Hey I like it too, but does she hafta carry on like that? Unbelievable!
-How old is this...?"
-Thirty, forty, I don't know.
-I heard a lady could get in trouble doing it with a kid
like that.
-So could the bar serves two brats like us. Lots of people.
What the fuck's the difference? Oooops. Hi, Father Hendrickson.
-Yeah, hi, Faddah.
"I thought I heard your favorite word drifting from this porch.
Hey! CYO going to see the Giants Wednesday night. Parents
have to come up with three dollars for the bus."
-Yeah? I'll scrape mine off the floor of Curran's and see if
any's left. You get married yet?"
"I'll let you know. Show up anyway. Five-thirty. I can get some
money from altar society."
-You're a good guy for a priest.
"So I’ve heard. You know, I hate to tell you, but you guys are not
really tough. Sort of half-tough. Bye-dee-bye!"
-God bless you, Father!
-And, whatchalit? Save!...half-tough, hey?
-That's about right. No way we’re going into the Barkley Boys
neighborhood and get our ass beat off! They’re tougher.
Hands down. Like they’re Whole-Tough!
-Smart! Us.
-Yeah. There’s some hope. There's some hope. I don’t know what
the church or the women have to do with it but, there’s...
-Some people can eat anything they want. And anytime they
want, too!
-Hey I like it too, but does she hafta carry on like that? Unbelievable!
-How old is this...?"
-Thirty, forty, I don't know.
-I heard a lady could get in trouble doing it with a kid
like that.
-So could the bar serves two brats like us. Lots of people.
What the fuck's the difference? Oooops. Hi, Father Hendrickson.
-Yeah, hi, Faddah.
"I thought I heard your favorite word drifting from this porch.
Hey! CYO going to see the Giants Wednesday night. Parents
have to come up with three dollars for the bus."
-Yeah? I'll scrape mine off the floor of Curran's and see if
any's left. You get married yet?"
"I'll let you know. Show up anyway. Five-thirty. I can get some
money from altar society."
-You're a good guy for a priest.
"So I’ve heard. You know, I hate to tell you, but you guys are not
really tough. Sort of half-tough. Bye-dee-bye!"
-God bless you, Father!
-And, whatchalit? Save!...half-tough, hey?
-That's about right. No way we’re going into the Barkley Boys
neighborhood and get our ass beat off! They’re tougher.
Hands down. Like they’re Whole-Tough!
-Smart! Us.
-Yeah. There’s some hope. There's some hope. I don’t know what
the church or the women have to do with it but, there’s...
-Some people can eat anything they want. And anytime they
want, too!
