Same stream of consciousness rambling that old senile fuckers always do.
“When I was a young man, snickers were a nickel and people minded their own damn business! When somone beat their child, you said, 'Good for them! That’ll teach ‘em!’. And when they got a little too handsy with their daughter’s little friends you looked the other way and pray for them because he was a deacon at the church. Cary Grant once came to town and took a shit in the Piggly Wiggly restroom down the street. I used to play Eucre with Reagan’s third cousin, and that bastard cheated every damn time… what year is it?”
Same stream of consciousness rambling that old senile fuckers always do.
“When I was a young man, snickers were a nickel and people minded their own damn business! When somone beat their child, you said, 'Good for them! That’ll teach ‘em!’. And when they got a little too handsy with their daughter’s little friends you looked the other way and pray for them because he was a deacon at the church. Cary Grant once came to town and took a shit in the Piggly Wiggly restroom down the street. I used to play Eucre with Reagan’s third cousin, and that bastard cheated every damn time… what year is it?”