Insolent
I turn on the lamp this morning to try and figure out what Space-Time Continuum Starship Todd has landed in this time, and see the big fat Golden Retarded all curled up in the chair, which he KNOWS he’s not allowed to curl up in with his big fat butt.
He doesn’t even pretend anymore.
And don’t be fooled by the graying hair and come back with “Oh look at that sweet old soul. Let him alone and make him comfortable.”
Yeah no.
Hold out a piece of bacon or cheese and that shuffling, sweet old soul turns into an atom-splitting wind-up toy on roller skates and would come flying off that chair, headed straight for the hand your about to lose—and probably miss only to introduce a new back entryway to your kitchen in the form of the hole his big fat butt on roller skates just put in your wall.
And, yes, he actually opened one eye and gave me the big Yeah Whatever.
he would NEVER behave like that with me there…
Wise. (Bailey)