Someone once asked me if my folks had any children that lived.
I replied in the affirmative.
He then went on to state that they must have been sorry I had.
I asked him, in response, whatever on Earth made him think that I meant myself.
To this, the questioner had no response, save to start biting out his small intestines in a furiously impotent rage.
I then walked away from the poor, mad fool before he soiled my shoes with his entrails.
Now, that you've read all this, please remember that I made this up, using a line said by Lee Ermey's Gunnery Sergeant Hartmann to Vincent D'Onofrio's Private "Gomer Pyle"(nee Leonard Lawrence)in one of the first scenes in "Full Metal Jacket", then embroided upon it a little.
Speaking of entrails, not too bad for something I pulled outta my arse, eh????
Well, maybe not.
Have a case of people crazies to-day, and am working it out of my system.
Either that, or am finally having that Nineteenth Nervous Break-Down of which I've been dreaming for so long.
You decide.
Be seeing you.
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