Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Rocco and Chickie Rainbarrel
-Rainbarrel! It's you. Almost as big as life!
-Rocco! Still pretending sarcasm is wit?
-Among other things. Tell me, how came you by this
ridiculous moniker? Relatives tab you thus?
-Who cares what old ghinnies do?
-How about Garibaldi?
-Fuck him especially.
-At last! How I waited for an "Italian" denier!
-Hey! I live in Cherry Hill now, in the middle
of grasping Jews. And they're as full of shit.
-But let us, please, get a good word from you.
Now how about the Egyptians revolting?
-Correct word.
-And the workers in Wisconsin standing up to the reactionary
toads and their oligarchic wingnut bribers?
-Like, make a movie, Rocco! Dip Brad Pitt in grease
for the Egyptian. Oprah can knock off fifty and be the
Wisconsin workette! They got black people there?
I know they color the cheese.
-Like some bread with that acid? But shall we go to family?
Specifically, your teens?
-Sharpening shivs to shove into the old man's back.
-Well, at least little Marie can’t be doing that.
-She's my sweetie-pie!
-That answer makes you Shakespearean!
-Don’t give me the college crap. They just teach fancy
language to lie about the shit you swallow.
-Whoa! Leaving without a traditional transition.
-Have a miserable day.
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Rocco thinks the types met in South Philadelphia can’t
be duplicated elsewhere. Of course he’s wrong.
Labels: Egypt, South Philadelphia, Wisconsin
