3WW LXXIV

Punch, T-shirt, Unravel

Lloyd, you’re an asshole! An unadulterated asshole!

Listen, if you want to ravel your life by fornicating with every pubescent tart that tickles your fancy, I could give a shit less. If you could leave it at that, but no, you have to get emotionally involved, thinking, yahoo, this is the best, the greatest, the one and only love of all. Then they leave you with your defiler hanging out, threatening to further despoil your life. If Lindy, your wife, finds out it won’t just be you career that unravels; you won’t have enough nickels left to buy a T-shirt, let alone the fancy silk underwear you import from Europe.

I’m here to tell you, get your head out of your ass and your dick back in your pants. If you don’t deliver the punch-line correctly tonight at the performance you’ll be looking for a new gig.

What’s that up the road ahead? instead of; what’s that up the road………. A head?

Shit man!!!