SAY! SAY YOU, LITTLE BOY!


Tiny Tim: Yes, sir?

WHAT DAY IS IT TODAY?

Tiny Tim: Why, it’s the first day of the NFL season, sir.

IT IS? I DIDN’T MISS IT?

Tiny Tim: No, sir. You didn’t miss it. It’s today, it is!

HOOOOOLY SHIT! I DIDN’T MISS IT!!!! YEAAAHHHH BABY!!!!!

Tiny Tim: Kind sir, my weak legs hurt from my blood clot medication. And my tiny lungs make breathing so very hard. Can you spare my family and I a bit of food and coal for our furnace?

WHAT? NAH, FUCK THAT, YOU LITTLE CRIPPLE! I GOT SHIT TO DO! I GOTTA GET BEER! AND FOOD! AND WEED! AND I GOTTA GO JERK IT BEFORE THE GAME STARTS! GO HOBBLE ALONG AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

Tiny Tim: OW! My bedsores!

QUIT YER BITCHING, KID! TODAY IS THE GREATEST DAY OF ALL! IT’S THE NFL SEASON AGAIN! WE’RE GONNA DRINK! AND DRINK SOME MORE! AND THROW UP! AND THEN DRINK AGAIN! AND WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BUKKAKE DAY! RIGHT HERE! WE’RE GONNA SPURT DICK JOKES ALL OVER THIS FUCKING SITE! WOULD YOU LIKE THAT, YA LITTLE SHIT?!

Tiny Tim: No.

THEN FUCK THE FUCK OFF! IT’S NFL TIME! FUCK THE CHILDREN! FOOTBALL’S BACK! WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!