KNOEBELESCENT
Wasn't what I'd say I'd said before :
jiminy-cricket and all the Balfour
Declaration stuff. The funny Jew guy,
in the leather boots, jumped off the
stage as soon as it stopped in town and -
wouldn't you figure - ups and breaks
his ankle. Had the whole town laughing.
-
No sooner had the Doubloon-King entered the
darkened arena (it was fight-night) everyone
already knew he was destined to lose. Five feet,
ten inches up against a big six-plus footer. Taller
and bigger, let alone the reach. 'He can call his'self
whatever he wants,' the crowd mumbled, 'but he
ain't no King of nothing!' Over in three rounds.
-
'Well, I guess you're supposed to like the blood,
not sputter over it!' The guy saying that was
Henk Wilcox, a local, and he was speaking to his
cousin Inky, who was just then commenting on
the massacre. 'Like going to a lynching and
crying 'cause the guy soiled his pants.'
-
Damn, damn, I love these old small towns.
jiminy-cricket and all the Balfour
Declaration stuff. The funny Jew guy,
in the leather boots, jumped off the
stage as soon as it stopped in town and -
wouldn't you figure - ups and breaks
his ankle. Had the whole town laughing.
-
No sooner had the Doubloon-King entered the
darkened arena (it was fight-night) everyone
already knew he was destined to lose. Five feet,
ten inches up against a big six-plus footer. Taller
and bigger, let alone the reach. 'He can call his'self
whatever he wants,' the crowd mumbled, 'but he
ain't no King of nothing!' Over in three rounds.
-
'Well, I guess you're supposed to like the blood,
not sputter over it!' The guy saying that was
Henk Wilcox, a local, and he was speaking to his
cousin Inky, who was just then commenting on
the massacre. 'Like going to a lynching and
crying 'cause the guy soiled his pants.'
-
Damn, damn, I love these old small towns.
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