Bryan was a little smarty-pants. When he was about three, Aunt Bonnie told him he couldn’t leave the table till he ate his beans. He looked her in the eye and said, ” Stoopid!” Continue reading
“Yeah, what’s on your mind today, Ralphy?”
“My mama just bought some of that new White Cloud Bathroom Tissue. You should come try it! Bye.”
“Yeah, Ralphy. How are you today?”
“Fine. I just got my report card. I had all D’s and F’s.”
“No, Ralphy! Surely not!”
“Yep, and I’ve got the papers to prove it! Bye!”
“Hey, Ralphy. What’s going on?”
“I wrote a poem in school today. Want to hear it?”
“Rabbits love cribbage and cabbage.
Pigs love slibbage and slobbage.”
“That’s good, Ralphy. What did you make on it?”
“An F. It was supposed to be about the Flag. Bye.”
We all hung on those phone calls like a pig in slobbage.