“I wrote it for eels sakes, or Pete… Or whomever you wish to call up form the depths of your indignant arrogant tone. Now do your effing job you two faced weasel!” (note the teeth bring clenched together in the tone prior to raising the voice) “AS YOU ARE GETTING BLOODY WELL PAID TO DO!!!”
Phone calls sometimes conjure up some of the best adjectives.
The last time somebody got that dern indignant with me in a conversation… Lawyers got involved and in the end, the indignant one was left signing some gosh dern big checks. Jezum Crow on a crutch, does it really have to get that way? Whatever speak to the lawyers, from here on out because these ears attached to this body has feet below wrapped in Italian boots and they is… Walking!
Lawyers are good for the day you have no other recourse. Then you truly appreciate the butt of all the jokes and understand it is OK to be on the side of the sharks... The sharks with the biggest bite radius get the most flesh and in the end leave you with the pile of cash to keep you in rotting dead animal flesh to gorge on until your death.
Of course before your demise the dead flesh will be shared at some sort of party with all the coat tailors that love you now that they see you have the best shark in town ripping others to shreds for you.
In the end the rotting flesh you have consumed will rot in your lower intestine and be your own demise. You wont be alone others will die the same way as you. Many century’s from now it will not matter. It will not matter that you became fertilizers for the food that will feed the flesh that others will consume and return back to the earth. Enjoy your steaks tonight and take a moment to thank those who died for your feast.
Chris…
Dog Hair Productions
© 2010
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