Butbutbutbut, she's already famous. She of the stiletto heeled red boots and the purloined grubs.
All the world knows of Rambi. All the SI world anyway.
How's the joint doin'?
Naw! Not the one in yer hand, silly. The one in yer hip.
How do you lube that thing? Unscrew your navel, stick the lube gun coupler in and give it a coupla' squirts of lo-temp?
The grankids ask ~ (I'm sure glad you started using that ~) It makes this stuff easier. Oh yeah, the grankids always want to know "Whas dat ting in yer ear, papaw?".
I tell 'em I'ma alien and that translates their chattering into something I can understand.
Don't know what I gonna say when they figure out we're all speaking Amurcan or mebbe' Texin.
The lady's in Texas, man. Texas.
All Texas women don't plan on becoming famous. But, they do. Lord, lord, they do.
She's got a good start, huh!
Doin' metaphorical, allegorical, rhapsodasical stories with piercing moral statements at the end. Making folks think. And probably talk.
OK, bubba. That's enough. |
