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O'course, ah's sho'nuff all yo' remember thet one time when ah was drug outta bed at three in th' mo'nin' by this hyar cockyroach wif an attitude an' ah said, "Lissen, yo' old heifer, yo' hyar cockyroach ain't gonna make me git up at no three in th' mo'nin' an' ah's gonna beat yo' upside th' haid wif a four by four an' drag yer ass behind mah big rig all th' way t'San Antone" an' she said she weren't no cockyroach, thet she were a lobster, an' ah says thet she was t'small t'be a lobster, an' she says ah was bein' disacriminato'y, an' ah says thet she ain't no lobster an' eff'n'n she was, I'd git mah galy Amy May t'cook her up on th' back grill, ah reckon. Wal, she plum hit me wif a pair of mah old trousers an' ah got up outta th' bed an' ah says, "Lookie hyar, bitch, I've about had it witcher red li'l ass all th' way t'San Antone! Ah's gonna take this hyar nine mill-o-meter an' plug yo' in between th' legs so yo' kin't make no mo'e cockyroaches like yo'se'f." An' then she runs off into th' sunset an' ah ain't see th' houn' since.