It's Two-Thousand-and Niner...was that a niner?
This here is the Wahoo Kid with another rompin roundup of tales from Hampton's Ghetto. The Wahoo Kid apologizes for his delay in postings on this here site. He was detained for a number of days/months/years in a intererr...uh, intelor...uh...question askin' cell in the state of the art Guantanamo Bay resort, where he got a whole mess o' liquid refreshment. I heard tell that what was received was actually a whole mess of waterboarding. Frankly, it was refreshing if'n you ask me. At least that way there was no need to ask for water, or to dunk my head in a horse trough, like ol' Marty McFly in a little film called Back to the Future III. Whatever happened to that Irish bug anyhow? Probably got hit by a fly swatter or flattened by a 1993 Subaru owned by esteemed professor of higher learning, one Sir Franky P. Donalds.
Anyway, tonight's tale involves Franky P and his nameplate of curious placement. Seems that Franky's nameplate gets switched around every which way. Sometimes upside down, or backwards, or even sideways, yet never the right side up. The damn thing changes its position more often than a bisexual prostitute...or politician, as you prefer. According to sources, Franky P is bound and determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, but not before he gets to the bottom of his food consumption capacity, which as it turns out is bigger than a landfill and twice as unsavory. Man puts away food products like the state of Iowa on the 4th of July. The word on the street is that Franky once ate an entire 30 box case of Buster's Deep Fried Hot n' Spicy Angry-Ass Pork Pickins. I can't confirm it, but the street never lies, and neither did George Washington.
This has been the Wahoo Kid with another rompin roundup of tales from Hampton's Ghetto. Tune in next time when the Wahoo Kid tackles another age-old mystery, entitled "How many no-talent assclowns does it take to equal Yoko Ono?"
Anyway, tonight's tale involves Franky P and his nameplate of curious placement. Seems that Franky's nameplate gets switched around every which way. Sometimes upside down, or backwards, or even sideways, yet never the right side up. The damn thing changes its position more often than a bisexual prostitute...or politician, as you prefer. According to sources, Franky P is bound and determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, but not before he gets to the bottom of his food consumption capacity, which as it turns out is bigger than a landfill and twice as unsavory. Man puts away food products like the state of Iowa on the 4th of July. The word on the street is that Franky once ate an entire 30 box case of Buster's Deep Fried Hot n' Spicy Angry-Ass Pork Pickins. I can't confirm it, but the street never lies, and neither did George Washington.
This has been the Wahoo Kid with another rompin roundup of tales from Hampton's Ghetto. Tune in next time when the Wahoo Kid tackles another age-old mystery, entitled "How many no-talent assclowns does it take to equal Yoko Ono?"