Last night as I was scratching my ass and yelling to Debbie" Yo , grab me a beer while you are out there!"
She came in mumbling something " You don't love me....Blah blah , blah.... and you use to be more romantic.... blah , blah, blah.... and you use to read poems .... blah, blah , blah!"
" You want poems?" I asked." You Got Poems!"
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin-Its the Triumphant Twang Of A Bed Spring!
And thats when she slapped the hell out of me!"
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
And as always, thanks for listening!