Are you a git, now, Boy? I sure's hell hope not, for your own sake. Do you know what they do to fuckers
like you? You'll never have the guts to guess just how bad it can be, motherfucker!
And the sun rose slowly over the twin mountains like a firey golden pendant dangling between two huge
breasts lolling out of a bodice of fragrant green pine trees.
And I, your humble narrator, lurking in the chastity belt parking lot of the local post office, leer up
at them with box key in hand, o my brothers! with box key in hand!
