Deadbeat neighbor: “…I’m not a racist, you know.”
Me: “I know.”
Deadbeat neighbor: “Because you called me a racist the other day…”
Me: “I know, I remember.”
Deadbeat neighbor: “Well, I’m not one…”
Me: “I know.”
Deadbeat neighbor: “Okay, good. As long as we have that straight…”
Me:
Deadbeat neighbor:
Me:
Deadbeat neighbor: “…So, that Halle Berry sure is one fly momma, ain’t she –?”
Me: “– Okay, let’s just move on, shall we…?”
Care to share the link that inspired that post?
Deadbeat neighbor said it. I plead ignorance.
Well, he’s got good taste in the ladies. Little freaky, though.
Mr. Frost said it best, I guess…
I’m guessing Scott’s refering to “Death of the Hired Man”.
Nice one, Shelby. Death of the Hired Man, Mending Wall, the real answer lies in a somewhat tortured Colorado mind…