Slap You Silly
It’s never a good look when you have to drag around a grown man that is laid over in the backseat with the roof cut back on the vehicle. The little orange screwdriver is sharp to a point, it sharpened you up for the day but the punches came in bunches and it put you to sleep. You forgot what we were supposed to do for the day, so we must wait till the slumber wears away. I’ll take the scenic route, it takes longer but I wanna live a little. The breeze from the wind when driving will shove the thoughts that fly out of my ear holes back into my head. A couple of thoughts could have fallen off board and stayed there. Silver dollar short stacks are very rare to stumble upon but yet, the places that serve them religiously have yet to toy with bankruptcy. You save way more money with silver dollar short stacks and you can make a castle out of them. The guy in the backseat is finally waking up, he tried to do one of those midnight pee breaks then back to sleep but I snapped him out of it. There is bigger fish to fry than whipping out your johnson in a moving car and catching a golden shower case. You gotta point me to the direction to where we are supposed to go. Before gulping down that citrus, you said you won’t pay me to drive you around unless we went and found the person who wanted to slap you silly. I’m supposed to get some prize for this like a prize fighter. You never mentioned what gender this person was, I would have worn my finest Sean Connery suit if I would have known if I had to slap a lady silly. I should get extra Mississippi’s in the treasure box if this person is intergender, they are just backloading on the element of surprise. Across town I have to drive, it was actually not far from where we started. The scenic route really took advantage of me, I had to get my head straight. I don’t know who wanted to slap you silly, I haven’t slapped any one silly in decades. Last time I tried to was in college, I never slapped anyone prior to that. I assumed a fist was much cooler than a palm strike or a slap, this was before Bas Rutten’s Punk Payback and slaps in mobster movies were a thing. I basically high fived someone’s nose down the art department’s stairs; I still don’t get how the guy who photocopied his cock got to stay but not me. We got near but parked in parking lot off to the side. I never realized that I forgot to ask why this person wanted to slap you silly, there has to be a reason knowing you. Come to find out, my local halal butcher is a pimp by night. I don’t wanna slap my halal butcher pimp, been going to him for years and will probably go to him even more now. Slapping your butcher is bad business, he gave me his spice mix the other day. Knowing you, you must have tried to slap one of the ladies silly when it was the time to be serious. The lion laid with the lamb, just hope it wasn’t in a literal sense. Fuck this, I’m should use all my mississippi’s and slap you silly. Left silly with this unraveling butcher, he may not be with us when I get back with silver dollar short stacks.