A story by Albert Ross

Been here a few days now. Most of the guys got back OK. There’s always a few that don’t make it more’n usual in fact. Natch ther’ll be a few loose babes checking out the young dudes.

I still have a lotta tidying up to do. Looks like it’s been a wild year, stuff all over. I better get a wiggle on, the girls are due anytime now.

Hey, here they come now, as usual it begins witha few early-boyds. Those lucky dogs wanna get right down to it, dancing around ‘n honkin’ they heads off an’all. But the gals ain’t havvin nunovit. There won’t be no luvvin ‘til they happy the handy work.

‘Yo cain’t brung up a kid on a heap ‘o shit.’ They always say that.

Those ladies are real fussy. ‘S right too. I seen some of those  lil’ol fuzzyballs just fade away. Happens a lot, always did, but it seems more’n ever somehow.

The Missus ‘n me, we reckon its ‘cos a them weird flat jelly fish that started floatin’ ‘round when we was just startin’ out. There ain’t nuthin’ innum! I tried one onetime. Give me a real belly ache. The Missus said the same. We don’t touch those mu’fuckers or them pretty colored fishsticks or wh’ever they be. Come in all sortsa shapes ‘n sizes. Eat one a those yer cain’t shit forra fortnight. The youngsters go for ‘em. Plain lazy if yo ask me. I reckon it's better to stay out a few more days an make sure the kid gets a good meal rather'n come home with a gutful o that garbage.

Wo! Here she is now and she’s a lookin’ as good azzevvah. Ah couldn’t help noticing some o them young ladies is a lookin’ a might skinny and threadbare. Don’t hold out much hope for them’s eggs.

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Well darn me don’t that ole time go by? Only seems yesterday since my babe got back and already our speckly white orb’s arrived. . . . Well that’s it y’all. the real work starts now – cain’t hang out here verabizin’ no more. I gotta go fishin’.