Chee...no get all fut-ulated k? Unco is old not dead. But...and dey is always a butt... When he pau eat and he lie down for watch TV. It's going to be pretty much garanz that within a couple minutes he will be snoring away two forty...
Mos' time when somebody prod him back into consciousness he will mutter irritatedly.."I wuz jus' restin' my eyes."
You see mos' people no mind uddah people "resting their eyes" but when the "resting" pot get so loud the glasses in the dish cabinet stay rattling and da TV stay up to the loudest can go ..well, the source of the high decible sound gotta be addressed.
And das when I get addressed. Da keiki in da house would like to put an "address" on my forehead and mail me to some beach on Kaho'olawe, I know. But eh...das da way my fuddah wuz and I am becoming my fuddah. so dea.
We dealt with it wen we was growing up. And now dose around Unco will have to as well. "You jus' wait until you ole like Unco," I said to no one in particular, "you guyz going remembah what Unco sed."
"Yeah if we still get our eardrums workin', " came one smut-alec remark from somewhere in da direction of da kitchen.
Damm keeds. Wea Unco slippah...I show dem.
