So, you wanna know about "jb?", heh? Well, I'm glad you asked. 'Course, when I knew her, she we're only seven years old - but you ain't never seen a child that could kill, skin and cook an entire manatee quicker than her. AND she'd make this terrific stock from all the guts and bones and such-like. Yessir, she were… Read more

So, you wanna know about "jb?", heh? Well, I'm glad you asked. 'Course, when I knew her, she we're only seven years old - but you ain't never seen a child that could kill, skin and cook an entire manatee quicker than her. AND she'd make this terrific stock from all the guts and bones and such-like. Yessir, she were a real wizz in the kitchen - and she had to be, too, 'cause her REAL parents couldn't cook for her, on account o' the fact that they were over ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY SIX YEARS OLD and over ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY-TWO FEET HIGH. Incredible that such an old, tall pair o' folks could have a completely normal-sized child, but there you go - it were different in them days, ya see - they didn't have all-a these fancy computers that you young-uns are all wizzin' in yer pants for. People did things the way God intended back then, and if God said, "Hey, incredibly tall old guy, I want you to have a baby with that tall old woman over there", then you couldn't just write yerself a goddam EMAIL and say "shucks, Lord, my electronic diary says I'm busy fillin' up my Ipod today, can I fit you in next week?" NO, goddam it! Back then when Jesus materialised in front of you and told you to get jiggy with it, you flopped out ol' yeller and you stuck it in any goddam thing he told you to! AND you were grateful fer it! What you people know about being grateful now I could tattoo on a mosquito's armpit and still have room fer all the goddam text messages you people send to one another while yer sitting on the goddam toilet! Jee-sus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you people anyway? You can't sit on the goddam toilet for five goddam minutes without yer thumbs itching and yer eyeballs a-blinking and the next thing you know yer on the phone to Marcy or whoever telling her that you really like Brad but he won't "do cyber" with you! You people are wastin' yer lives fer petes sakes! Anyway - jb? - she's a doll. A real doll, you goddam freaks.