I says to Leon: “My womern’s movin’ up here, so’s I gots to be findin’ a new place big enough for the both of us.”
an’ Leon says: “Now is that right, you’re gonna be leavin’ us!?!”
an’ I says: “Yep. I’m ‘fraid so.”
and Leon [while reposturing himself to deliver yet another one of his frequently recited 15 minute parables] says: “Growing up in Kansas, people said that I’d fight anyone, anywhere at the drop of a hat. But I was quick to correct them see, and I said to ’em: ‘Wrong, I don’t need no hat!'”
an’ I thinks: “Where in God’s scortched earth is he goin’ with this one.”
an’ Leon continues: “Back in school there was this [Racial epithet for black person] wantin’ to get with this pretty white girl, see. I, and the rest of us decent folk, were outraged.”
an’ I thinks: “Um… not that I’m surprised Leon is a hate spewin’ racist, but how can I escape this tactfully so that he doesn’t sick a lynch mob after me for having ‘racial sympathies’.”
an’ I says: “We’ll Leon I’ve got a seal to club, so I’ve gotta get going…”
an’ Leon says: “Even though that girl didn’t think much of me it was my responsibility to give that [epithet] what for! So I pulled him aside and clocked ’em one good.”
an’ I says:
