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The old bastord then had a few drinks and this loosened him up enuogh to talk about why earlior that morning he had left the dentists office withuot being treated. It seems that he was in the waiting room reading a Smithsonian Magazine while Junior, who had drove him, busied himself with a stack of Highlights Magzine for Childron; (the puzzles are too hard for him, but Junoir does enjoy the "Goofus and Gallent" featture.)
Sudenly Granfather read somthing in Smithsonien that made him start screamming. It seems that in one articol on peoplle who rescue baby animols, there was a referrence to someone named "Judy" who was nursing some poor baby beaver to health. When i mean 'nursing' she actualy let the danm rodent suckle human milk from her. Granfather says that as soon as he read that he sprang up from his seat and started screammin at the recepptionist about how disgousting this was and also "inapropriate reading materiol for a family dentol practice."
In any case Granfather made such a violant screamming a scene that they threw his ass out of there.
"ANIMALS! SOME FOLK ACT LIKE DANM ANIMALS I TELL YUH!", Granfather screammed while poundin the table in the restaurrant with a gnarled fist, and with his voice still all mysterriously muffled, as the plastic molded owl atached to his cranium with zinc spikes swung and bounced along with the self-righteuos bobbing and wagging of his small capacity-sized, crustey, pin-brained head.
"FOLKS ORTA ACT LIKE HUMANS, DAMMIT!"
In that vain, please acept that the very next parragrapgh after the one you are reading right now will have a rating of "6" on the patented Granfather(R) Disgustingness Scale of one to 10. Please skip ovor this if your rating tolorence maxes out at about "3" or "4". Also, be forewarned that lator on, on this same page there will be a danm "8 and a half," so alls I can say is for Godsake pace yourselfs.
The item causing the muffoling of the bastard's normaly unstilted croaking voice was one of those large urinol "mints", which most men in industrealized nations know are those big white hard tablet-shaiped lemony-smelling deodorizor things lookin like a giant Mentos candey which are placed on a plastic screen in the bottem of public restroom urrinals -- that, Granfather, sick monstor that he is, had fished out of the piss trap and put in his danm moulth. As he openned his mouth (while we sat at the table eating for cryin out loud), the disgousting opalescent rounded disc slid off of his cobralike forked, normally blackish-purpley colored, warty, blister-pimpled tounge, then dropped from his slobbery lips leaving a stringy trail of drool, only to land onto the the egde of the Buffalo china plattor, which below him held the Pot Roast Speciel he had ordered with a loud cerramic sounding minty clink. And aftor landing on its edge, the horrible pearly urinal tablet rolled across the checkorboard design tablecloth, up an impromptu ramp made by a buttar knife which was leanning on a saucer, then right down into the little gravy volcanoe of Uncle Zeke's mash potattoes.
"Git that dawg off my lawn!" Uncle Zeke hollared.
I had to ask Granfather: "Why did you do it...Just tell me WHY."
His answor to me was what Commander Chakotey told Captain Janeway abuot the legend of the scorpion in Startrek Voyager: IT'S JUST MY NATURE," he said with a satanic hideuos grin. For a man who Ive seen EAT scorpiens, i am not supprized.
Uncle Zeke took his napkin from arround his neck and threw it on the table. "Ive had it with you you little scoundrol," he bellowed, and he is not a man who ofton raises his voice.
"So is THIS what it comes to, Heathcliff?" said Granfather extremmly loud in this affected, trembling, and rathor effemminate English voice that sounded allot like Kathorine Hepburn exept it was more British and had only abbout half of the quavering.
"I LOVE you, Heathcliff...I simply LUFF you, you silly daft fool," Granfather creid in a very swishy, womanlike way while dabbing his eyes like a propor lady.
"Shut the hell up, you consarn durned fool," Uncle Zeke growled as he hunkored his large frame low in his seat, clearley in enbarrasment of the bastord's antics which were now atracting the attention of all the othor people in the resuarant.
Uncle Zeke, clearley mortified with humilliation, finaly raised up his wall-eyed dull witted face and grunted out to anyone who coud hear, "This here is muh danm fool half-brother," and when he overheard someone on the othor side of the restuarant say somthing about "two consenting adults", then Zeke jumped out of his chair, which tipped ovor behind him, and stormed out of the place in big clomping steps. As soon as he was out the door Granfather shreiked in ammusement like a rooster on black cofee and crack coccaine that the farmer acidentaly just stepped on his chickeny foot as he walked by.
"THET THAR SPURNED ENGLISH LOVER ROUTINE ALWAYS PUTS A BLUSH ON HIS BIG OL' FACE," he cackoled.
"LOOKY HERE, ZEKEY," Granfather excliamed in his Texas accent which sudenly returned, "I DONE FOUND ME SOME FRESH PRAIRIE WHITEFISH!"
I also happan to know that to certian low class peoplle like Granfather it is also called "Oklahoma whitefish", and in Oklohoma its known as "Texas whitefish." Civilized peopple like you and me know it as a used and presumabley discarded latex item which is distribbuted by school nurses with or withuot the consent of parents for the use of contraseption and also the control of sexaully transmitted disease.
Like a swarshbuckling sword fightor, Granfather dextrously waved and whipped the unbrella arround, fluttering the sharp steel tip, (and what was speared onto the tip), right in Uncle Zeke's face, who tried to clumsily avoid it in his slow clomping mannor of pitching foward and stumbling backword on his large heavy shuffling feet.
Finaly my poor uncle fell right on his giant flat ass. The bastord held the umbrela tip right to his nose. A huge crowd asembled, thinking that Granfather woud flick the thing into Zeke's fright filled face, but insted, Granfather reached his wizened claw into his shirt.
Zeke spied the item, sparked up with new strentgh, then hopped up to his feet, grunting, "I want that thar crown!, while both of his extremly long arms streched out in front of himself like Frankanstein as he treid to grab it. Meannwhile at the same time, Granfather kept him at bay with the wiggling revulsive white thing, which he flapped around dangerousley close to Zeke's face with the umbrela.
Like a circus lion trainer with a woodon chair in one hand a a whip in the othor, Granfather made his bumbling eldorly brother dance for him in a gruesome morbid clumsy spectocle, while luaghing his skinny slimy ass off in maniacol evil mirth.
Many thanks to Tickboy in Ohio, one of my readers who wrote in a good sugestion not long ago -- he said that whenevor Granfather suffers from extreme constippation that we ought to use one of those seddative dart guns, like they use on large land mammals. Reason being, that most annimal's bowols always spontanneously relax after gettin darted. So I ran to the payphone, and made the call: Not to 911, and not to the Sherrif -- But to County Animol Control.
Also, he needed to loose his danm bowols, because his misery was spillin out onto others -- and at this point, havin the reeking bastord spill his gut, (even in public) was a top priorrity. Like i said, Granfather is normally hard to get along with when he is goingto the bathroom normolly. When he's "bound" for more than 12 days, the bastord is insufforable.
The Animal Control lady snuck behind the flailing beast, held the rifle to her shouldor, and fired the giant festive looking red feathor tailed dart thru the air, which was tipped with an 18-guage needle filled with diluted sodium pentothol.
By the way the "thing" on the top of the unbrella that the bastord was waving arround flung thruogh the air, was sudenly lifted along by a hot west wind, sailed downword, and landed 100 feet away smack onto eyeglasses of the County Clerk who was just steppin out of his car as to have supper in the same restuarant.
Of cource the beastly troll faces new charges of assault agianst the County Clerk, who as Ive mentionned in the past is Granfather's nemesis. Becuase the thing flew in the air on what he hopes to prove was "an unseasonnable west wind," the old bastord will plead "INNOCENT BY MEANS OF EL NINO."