Last week I seen my neighbor's teenage boy out rollin on his front lawn, screamin, pullin at his hair, and just makin a terrible fuss, in general. I went out and axxed him what was wrong. Turns out, his parents wouldn't buy his *** the $250,000 Mercedes-Benz he had done set his heart on.
I wanted to help, so I offered to give him a ride to school in my '57 Edsel, which aint even completely rusted through, or nuthin. He told me he would kill himself before bein seen in a ride like that.
I said: "OK, then, fair enough. Best gitcho *** to walkin, I spect." Then I give him a swift kick in the ***, just to help git him started. I always trys to helps, ya know?