Jimmy ‘Peanut’ Piland & Daughter
P’Nut and I were on our way to Galveston for yet another shark-chasin’ adventure. We had stopped briefly at a Brookshire’s to purchase some provisions.
As we were driving south down I-45 we had this ‘friendly’ tête-à-tête:
“Many-Feet” Peanut began.
“Many-Feet” he continued. “Why’d you buy that minnow cheese? No body eats that shit.”
“Peanut, it is not ‘minnow’ cheese. It is ‘Pimento’ Cheese. And I like it.”
“Just some nasty shit. All I’m sayin’”
“’Nut, go get fucked. I’m bringing it. I LIKE it!”
We were driving seventy-miles per hour on the highway.
A slap-fight ensued.
(We did this often—the slapping the shit out of each other while driving at too high a rate of speed—we were brothers. What we did– Famous for it. We often survived it, mostly unscathed.)
Damn you Peanut!
I miss you! You fucking crazy asshole!
Seriously Related and belated.
As we used to write in the ‘Ship’s Log’ in the Navy: