Stone cold sober as a matter of fact - I can bitch, I can bitch -`Cause I'm better than you - It's the way that I move - the things that I do…..
Sum’bitches came back. Them two geese. This time, only one of ‘em was honkin’. They’s headed back South this time. I dunno, maybe to return to “better days” – wherever that mighta been. Too GD high up in the sky to see if there was a little twanger hangin’ down on the one honkin’ – so wasn’t real sure if it was the ‘he-geese’ or the ‘she-geese’ doin’ all the bitchin’.
Considered the possibilities:
She geese honking:
He’d gone for a “quick one” with friends last night.. One turned into twelve, he stepped on the hound when he returned at 2:30am, knocked over the candelabra, and peed somewhere around the refrigerator because he thought he remembered them having two bathrooms….
Or…
She founda new/different number on his cell.. she called it.. sexy female voice on other end…
Or….
Rent is due tomorrow, and yesterday, without ‘queen’ permission, he’d purchased (either) down payment on Fatboy.. new Remington 248.. $2500 zero-turn lawnmower for their 30’x40’ yard… Six $275 tickets to upcoming NASCAR race for him and his bowling team..
He geese honking:
The plumber had been to their house whilst he-geese was at work, the bed was still not made and she was still in her nightgown when he got home..
Or…
The Mastercard bill came in the mail.. and without ‘king’ permission there were $763.27 wortha recent charges at Kohls, Gordmans, Fashion Bug, Macys, Bed-Bath-Beyond, Baskin Robbins, Godiva Chocolatier, and Rico’s Day Spa…..
Or…
She’d announced her mother was coming for three weeks next month…
Or…
Shortly after she’d gotten their 5th geese-child to sleep the night before, she announced she was “with-geese” again.
Hehe… ain’t life grand… same stories, different places. He bitchin, she bitchin. It’s bitchin. Honk if you love Geese’s…… Love, Victurd.
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