What I mean is
All Male Marcom Chiles
Not I. Not Really. I’m A Half-Breed. A Mongrel..
I Am A Switch-Hitter: A Baseball Coach’s Dream
Here is the Deal, For Real
Certainly, I can Swing Both Ways (Get Your Mind Outta My Gutter)
I Can kick a Football With Either Foot.
I Can Write My Name With Either Hand.
But It All Falls Apart
When it comes to eating food
And Right Meow, I have arthritis in my Eatin’ Paw
I am gonna Starve to Death!
I mustered the troops for assistance
Top Sarge asked, “Who we gonna attack?”
I replied, “That bowl of Ramen.”
“Sorry Sir, them Jap noodles. We ain’t at war with them Japs no mas.”
I said, “This is a Direct Order Marine! Do it! Do it now!”
“No can do Sir. Violates that ‘Nevah Convention.”
“Pretend like it’s 1944”
“No can do Sir. Sorry Sir.”
“Well Shit then! What good are you?! Screw it! Dismissed!“
“Thank you Sir.”
Unless I can Find Some Good-Hearted Woman Willin’ to Feed Me, I’m properly fukked.
None come immediately to my Mind at Present
I am Properly Screwed.
I attempted to eat some more. Most of the Ramen ended up on the floor. Good for the roaches, bad for me. Quite certain they will be throwin’ a Party in Honor of Me.
There Is A Positive Note Though:
I have Always Been A “Two-Fisted Drinker“
Now I just Have to Drink Faster.
No Prob—I Got This.
I Can always drink left-handed, and if not, I’ll just use a fricken straw, but generally that ain’t necessary. And I’m fresh outta straws at present. It is all about motivation and dedication you see. Ramen don’t move me,
But booze does.
“They Call It A ‘Problem’; I Call It A ‘Solution'”
Cred: Midland Official
Tom Waits – Reality is for people who can’t face drugs
Pancho & LEFTY