You say you 43?
What that?
Add 4+3 for intellectual and developmental age of 7?

You say, daddy after stroke, "Sharp as a tack." ( end quote)

Intelligence not be running in your family maybe perhaps?

Maybe you moma run around a bit and getting some with Tom, Dick
and Harry and a cast of thousands?

This perhaps you being stupid bastard not taking after 
your sharp as a tack daddy?


-> Ode To Waynie..
-> 
-> I've a Bike!  I play in one act.
-> 
-> Sound of sewing machine outside of bar.  It stops.  In walks Waynie.
-> 
-> Waynie:  I'll have a Shirley Temple, bar maid!  Make it a double!
-> 
-> Spider (the bar owner):  Did you say Shirley Temple, pardner?
-> 
-> Waynie:  You've a problem with that?  I can order anything I want!  I'm
a
-> biker!  I've a bike!
-> 
-> Spider:  You talkin' about that sewin' machine sittin' out front?  The
rice?
-> That the bike you talkin' about?
-> 
-> Waynie:  You've a problem with that TOO??  Well, I'VE a problem with
your
-> attitude, mister!
-> 
-> Spider:  You ain't gonna be a hard case, are you, feller?  Settle down,
have
-> your Shirley Temple and ride your rice on outta here.  Why you limpin'
-> anyway?
-> 
-> Waynie:  I've injuries and a stroke!  I've a damaged spine and mind! 
Di.
-> di.  ho.  pussie.  Ack.  Pffft.
-> 
-> Spider:  Did you call me a pussy, pardner?
-> 
-> Waynie:  Because I've brain injuries, these things just come out!  And
-> galloping senility!  Ho. di.  I worked for Precisionaire!  I've a spine
-> that's two inches shorter!  Di.  ho.  Whose woods these are I think I
know,
-> ho, di, ack.  I've an acquaintance in Tampa/St. Pete who knows what a
badass
-> I am.  I issued him a death threat on my computer!  You've something
coming!
-> 
-> Spider (to Weasle, the bouncer):  Weasle, get this shit outta my bar.
-> 
-> Weasle:  Git up, feller.  Time to hit the road.
-> 
-> Waynie:  I read Candide in one hour!  I've a sister who's a doctor!  
I've
-> respect for Bill Clinton!  AWOL Bush!  Dead GIs!  I've gallloping.....
-> 
-> Weasle:  ...make this easy on yourself, pardner.  Just leave.  Now.
-> 
-> Waynie:  I've Linux!  I've a brother at the Colorado.....
-> 
-> Weasle, grabs Waynie by the shoulders and throws him out the front door:
-> Some days I hate this goddam job.  That asshole was drenched in cologne
and
-> now I smell like a French whore on dollar night.  Shit.
-> 
-> Sounds of sewing machine winding up in the parking lot.  Weeee, weeeee!
-> Waynie rides off into the sunset, big pink L glowing on the back of his
-> "biker" jacket.
-> 
-> Etc....
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