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[crooked knife]

Ah be crooked knife
ah don't spell so good
an ma grammer ain't great either
but ah shore do lak this place
where eevin a dimwit lak me
can converse an have some fun
ah even lak knives a little bit
actually have one or two
not shore what they call em yet
lak somethin ya git from a kitchen or what
call em cookies ah think
great big crooked ones they be
scare the **** out o my neighbors
they think a'm a little weird anyway
don't give 'em much thought though
beins they stay outa ma way
always wondered is there any more folks lak me
wouldn't want to think ah was all alone in this worl'
a'm thinkin one or two a you be lak me
wouldn't that be a thrill
see how lucky yo are
bein loud an 'noxious an such
cain't do this anywhere else
people liable to spit on me
course that don't last too long
soon as ah show em ma cookie
ah feel rat at home here
jest lak all a you
thanks fer all o yore support
yo be hearin more from me
nex time ah git a hair up ther
Adios and hav a good time with thoes cookies

 

[Rusty]

Most folks jest tolerate me and let me be too. I don't think it's the knives from Bayonne or otherwise so much as the things they're stuck onto.

'Bout twenty or so years ago I came across a pair of real fruit boots. They was Tony Lamas but in black patent leather. Couldn't believe it at first. Put them down and started to walk off when my mind piped up and said "No Polishing!". I bought them and a matching belt, and another accessory too. Showed up at work with them and a nickeled 4" model 29 in 44 magnum in my new patent leather holster. After 2 weeks I just wore the boots.

Never had any comments on them either. Course about that time I was shooting Distinguished Master with full loaded 357's out of a 2 & 1/2" model 19.

And was spending a thousand hour internship at Adult Parole and Probation. I guess I picked up the "stare" or "look" over there too! One girl in the checkout line gave me a really dirty look when I looked her over. A dozen guys, on the other hand, found they had urgent business elsewhere.

Funny thing is I later showed up with a semi-auto Valmet and registered it at the Sheriff's Office when I went to work in Mineral County. Also mentioned I was a parole revocation hearing officer.

There were 10 of us in that welfare office. 9 were women. Inside two weeks every call from the SO asked for me.

 

[StmmZaum]

Boo Bys ent alone, im bun bov boooooo!! (just had some dentist play with my tooth, still got anaesthetic in there and tried to type the way I talk, a cookie for anyone who can translate )

 

[beoram]

StmmZaum:

translation = "you boys ain't alone; i'm one of you!"



edit - p.s.: I like your sig line

 

[StmmZaum]

Nicely done! Have a cookie. Im surprised by how many people on this forum get it (2 so far which is a bit of a record), sorta says a lot about the membership (good things )