Ratdog, you ain’t Charlie and I ain’t Steinbeck, get in the truck (picks him up). Going down road, now he thinks he’s the Big cheese now because I fashioned a seat boaster so he can see out the window. So we pull up to the candystore, dog you stay, walking in I wonder if I was feeling like Bert when he went to his favorite candystore.
” Nothing wrong with your eyes is there?”.
How many ask to see this, hold it, fondle it then put it back?
“there been a few” I can tell by the hairline scratches it’s been more than a few, what you wanting for this Lupua
(bla bla bla)
You’re right Carl, there’s nothing wrong with my eyes, try again.
Having seen ma in action, I know a thing or 2 about haggling. Some young fella off to my left down the counter, watching (learning). After some back & forth we can to an understanding. Went to the pull behind, got Ratdog from the truck, made a couple venison tacos. Having tacos with the dog, he was to busy stuffing his face to hear what I said.
Who’s the Big cheese now
I know it, I just know it, Lisa from over the fence will start yappin : that ain’t pistol!”
Lisa, listen to me, the barrel is long so the chainsaw can be attached, and this bolt slide thingy, it’s built in such a way to accept the bayonet, you know, incase the moose attack!
