The trashcan obsessional

Sittin’ around waitin’ on a client of mine.  I’m in a chill ass little soup house twiddlin’ away at a new little contraption that is makin my life more technocratic by the nanosecond, and this old bird starts chirpin’ at me.  ”Whatcha got thats under ten bucks?”  ”If you’re a gamblin’ women, which by the looks of that white terricloth jumpsuit, you gots to be, I got a few junx that will make you haulicinate for under ten SEVEN CLAMS.”  Aparently it was non-sequitor conversation, cause she flipped things towards my whereabouts of growin’ up.  I hint towards Tidewater, and her snappy response was “Ain’t that were the 700 club resides?”  ”Unfortunately so ma’am.  Unfortunately so.”  ”Why is that little man?” “Cause if i was claimin’ I have a yearly meetin’ with our Lord n’ Savour, I’d commit myself to the closest pajama BIN ASAP.”  She crowed back, “I shouldn’t be gettin’ muddy in these waters” and clammered off.  Pissed me right the fuck off!  I have my meetin’ with my client, and start hoverin’ round town, and low and behold, two hours later she’s trottin’ hot shit in that same suit at a modest 15 MPH.  Flipppered her the bird and cawed “ALL THAT BASTARD SAID WAS THAT OIL WAS GONNA BE 150 A BARRELL.   JEBUS H CHRIST DON’T GIVE TWO SHITS!@!”  I was a little forward I know, but don’t corner up and punk out please.  ”Ever hear of the ‘Case for Christ?’ It’s on VIDEO NOW.”

NP:

Dry Rot - Submission 7″ (painkiller records)

Times New Viking - Rip It Off LP (matador records)

A-Frames - 2 LP (s-s records)