The little boy says, “I can’t understand you, Sir, because your
car radio is making a noise too loud to hear your words.
The fat man mutes the radio and replies incredulously, “This
song just won the Grammy’s for Theo, what kind of hick are you?”
The little boy says, “My Grammy’s back at the house and she
wouldn’t call that a song, much less music.”
With the hurt tone of one insulted, fat-man whines, “I don’t
suppose an atheoist like you would know where the court house is?”
Little-boy answers, “Never heard of the dude and don’t know
where the court house is.”
Fat-man says, “You probably don’t know where the highway out
of this God-forsaken place is either — and why you pulling that god-damned chain
anyway?”
Little boy looks fat-man straight in the eye and says, “Did
you ever try and push one of these things? … besides, I’m not the one who’s
lost.”
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