The Great Slob (from "Septuagenarian Stew" 1994) ( Top of Page )
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes) shoes off beerbottle in hand trying to shake off a difficult night, say with a woman still around walking the floor complaining about this and that, and I'd work up a belch and say, "HEY, YOU DON'T LIKE IT? THEN GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE!"
I really loved myself, I really loved my slob- self, and they seemed to also: always leaving but almost always coming back ***"
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