Big ole puppy-dog features like God made me through a fucken magnifying glass
Big ole puppy-dog features like God made me through a fucken magnifying glass.Well. Anyway. did yall hear the one about the rabbit?Glancing over my shoulder. I was told no statement could be taken until March next year!Its a transcript of digital media taken at the crime scene. A clown holds up a fucken umbrella. So Im here with two spliffs. Clue: snotty ole Mrs Lechuga.Thanks. He turns to stare at me.Well. could be dangerous. really. but Fate deployed the shutdown routine you get whenever you miss a ripe opportunity in a dumb way. She needs about five things to go to the Lechugas.
He jackrabbits when I spot him. and slam my bedroom door. Know why? Because Max was an asshole. To stretch things even further. I look inside the card and see a love poem from Lally to Mom. the screen swings open again. Vernon.Lally follows us onto the porch. A real ole man scowls from the hospice porch. bubbly silk pie. I know it. on account of being older than me. everything has its time.Vernon. go say something!Well.
He didnt mention. They wont even sell certain shoes to outsiders. Then you see the Lechugas drapes twitch open a crack. Betty waves them away with her hand. I had to stash it far from the house.Air Maxes. I aint a murderer!Well I know - its just an example.At least come up to the house - no point getting hot and ornery. they say. always getting the nice boys and ??After God-knows-how-many years of life in this free country she doesnt have the tools to just say.Heck. these specialist dogs will tie it up as fast as cock a leg.Well thats very public-spirited of them. after all thats happened! You always said be independent - well.I grab it back.
this dont seem right. Gh-hrrr. You could tell whoever made the show never met Jesus dad. And it always comes. how she keeps things moving along. they probably installed a fucken panic button or something. who could just about net crawdads with his fucken mouth. situated away from the scene of the crimes - automatically rule you out as a suspect? Fecal matter can be accurately dated. Turnover?Four-fifty. They blend right into the piss. the inkles aint easy anymore. like it does every four seconds of my life. Shes probably naked in the house because her panties are all out to dry. and check the red van under the Lechugas willow. This is real.
trying to turn bile into strawberry milk. at your service. Honestly. and says: I went to Martirio and all I got was this lousy exit wound. An option holding limited appeal.I dive around his legs and hit the speaker button.But I didnt do anything - damn!Vernon Gregory! says Lally. Then he looks at me. dont get me wrong. they probably installed a fucken panic button or something. hi Margaret! My ole lady breezes out of Lallys new rental car wearing a checked top that leaves a roll of her belly in the air. We havent used Myrons studio since he died. I say.Well dont be impatient. but I cant make my imagination deal with her.
Well wait. An alien scent drags behind her. or a bear going into the cave. then stands tall. The other ole flaps are in the background acting natural. goes Abdini. we call it.Thanks - Ill be right back. You did have that awful catalog. before her days fell dark. talking softly. If we cling when he needs professional care. Vernon Gregory Little. but.From Keeters? But thats miles away.
Lally looks over.Well but. Nanas aint even fucken far enough.Youll detain him just in case?Gh-r. Im sorry - well take a drive to San Antone. booms the pastor. Lallys space under the willow is empty. Public opinion will go with the first psycho who points a finger. I stop and fumble in my pack. sighs Leona. Squished Kitten even. They can tell hes slimy. goes Abdini. not so deathly. Dont argue with your mother.
duh.Right.Are not. where I just happened to be with my bike. The banners we painted in Sunday school all those years ago have had the word Jesus painted over with Lord. the Seldomes full. I swear to God. Shes settling in. and secondly you should consult the media room for updates. Its all just in a pile.Shhh. even though we nearly made out once. All right. and youd know it too if you saw Mom watching Court TV. the life I could have with the right music behind me.
and down the alley behind Gurie Street. his eyes shoot over my shoulder. But not anymore. bring the clients file. But I cant just go on like this. My nose flattens to the rear glass. bolt upright like she has books on her head. I have to say. brake. of course theyll come after him if he insists on looking like that - that haircuts the pits. Now watch them fucken melt. like dolls eyes or something.Well Vernon. I know it. My mouth opens.
if your father was here ??What did I do? Im only trying to go to the park. is to put it very mildly. the type of glasses worn by people with mostly gums and no teeth. he trembles. Youre butt-naked. over the sweat and the barbecue sauce. Christopher Cross starts to sing Sailing. Ill put him on the bake stall - were hoping to raise ten grand today. My ole man grow weary of you at the station?Mom takes the catch. where the guard maneuvers me into a small wooden corral. where tangled babes hang in saggy purple underwear.Okay.All-a rise. Im being indicted as an accessory to murder for chris-sakes ??Well dont cuss at your mother. downing the ginseng.
and the townsfolk coming to terms with their grief. The ladies stare into his eyes. more folk wander into the market. I was just a witness. she sounded very senior - shell call back later. Ma. duh - he aint finished. But neither am I going to release you. the red-label item only. into my dark. Guries phone rings in her pocket. He gulps his ginseng and says. pork n beans? Did you get dessert?Not really. but ??I know. There.
Yeah? Well Ive got live and direct news for you!Oh?I wasnt even going to tell you yet. then looks at me. Just clean fucken stops in its tracks. says Leona.Too fucken late. no sirree. of this sturdy. with a few discs around it. come take this call. like a burrito. Its Wuv! says the baby. come down here please. He was the psycho who dozed in this same wooden hall. At the back of the room.Ma.
Yeah? I say. We wont let anything spoil your birthday. He jackrabbits before I can hide. Everybody keeps a safe distance from the joy cakes. Between you and me. I dont know. The dismay of no more meat made her seek other comforts.I sit waiting between shafts of light from a row of doorways. Captain?An audience forms around them. Vernon Gonad Little went into the party and sent her best friend out to mind her. with his head down. Thats nouvelle; having the convict look for his own gun. With reference to any recommendations in that report. if youre interested.If its Barry you know Pam sees him every other Friday ??It aint Barry.
It takes a full second for Spooked Deer to take hold of Mom. I get the stained chair. but with the damp fizz of tears about them. Vaine aint through ??I dont see no handcuffs. the news says its open and shut - everybody knows the cause. And get this: just like the rhinos you see in the wild on TV.Youre the one who needs care. All that insurance money and she still kept that musty old refrigerator. please dont go to the Tragedy Sale in those shoes. to take any blame. and distant music from the hayride. you know. under the tray. although Spooked Deer can mean anything from her frog oven-mitt being misplaced. ehm - bowel thing.
If you could just get a job. says George. God ??Im sorry. All the boys I know have summer jobs. I know it.Wherell we meet?Meatworks - bring the kids. huh? You can tell Goosens is giving me extra service. like to regress you and freak you out. I turn my back. We wont let anything spoil your birthday.Where had you been? asks Goosens. He was the psycho who dozed in this same wooden hall.Lally finishes with the reporter. thinkin of your Meskin boy? Grr-hrr-hrr.Hold your breath for the second thing.
hopefully.Look at all the girls crying by the school. Im afraid your pardner here absconded from our interview. from her usual chair.Sit still. She doesnt though. Check the back of em. what a fucken genius. For instance.Week of bliss. slouching low in the seat. body-bags punctuating drag-marks of blood.Is that right? She looks around the room. stop here for the first item in your snack-packs! yells a lady. George clears her throat a little.
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