No its not Sorry judge got your head up your ass
noisily he turned the page of the newspaper
his wife asked Are you going to say?
he halved the paper forward so he
could see her over it
Im
sorry excuse me I didnt hear you whadid you say
I asked if you were going to say
why the judge has his head up his ass.
not their usual breakfast table
conversation they finished eating did
the dishes were sipping coffee
reading the morning papers
Hes an asshole
The judge?
Yah
An Indiana judge ruled tha tacos an
burritos are sandwiches Theyre
not
I could see where they migh . .
.
. NO
I apologise baby No
Why so vehement?
exasperated Puhlease
Wanna search
your memorybanks
For what?
Don get curt with me
You’re sounding a little peeved yoursel . .
.
. Because the judge is an asshol . .
.
. Why? Just tell me spit it out you
drive me nuts sometimes.
Youve always come back for more
Don’t flatter yoursel . .
.
. OH Im flattering myself
When I explain youll be
eatin crow me something else
Got your ears
miffed I’m
listening.
Got your attention
Pressin’ your lucky buddy.
Good
Got ya warmed up heated up
Anthen some.
Steamin
Would you just say?
Oh Definitely steaming Suhweet
Burritos
Definitely not tacos
Arent sandwiches
I told you years ago we were
courtin . .
.
. You were.
We
wereIF
IF God didnt mean pussy to be eaten
Oh God.
He woudnt have made em to look like tacos
Youve never complained
No.
So put your coffee down lets more
this show into the bedroom or have it right here on the kitchen table
No. We eat off it.
Yah we do lose the panties
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