by TotallyUncool » Sat Sep 28, 2013 11:10 am
The truth may be the truth, but that never got in the way of a good story.
Waaaal...
They wuz a-sittin' up at the top of the bleachers, jes' passin' round a mason jar full o' white lightnin' when Mai up an' sez, "Ain't no man alive better than my man!"
Then Mari sez, "I done it with damn near every man, boy, an' houn' dog in Tokyo includin' your man, an' if you want my 'pinion, he ain't no man at all!"
Then Mai calls Mari a ten-yen hoor from so far down in the gutter she got to look up to see the trash, an' Mari takes a swing at her, an' by the time the dust clears, Mai got a split lip, Mari got a black eye, the moonshine's spilled all over the bleachers, an' the Golden Eagles got the season title.
Then they make up an' go looking for more white lightnin', but like Mai sez, "I don't let nobody talk 'bout my Yossi that way!"
It just naturally came out in bad stage-hillbilly dialect from 120 years ago. There was nothing I could do about it. honest.
If madness made us strong, we would all be invincible.