Me, to Chuckie, “You know, I was showing a guest this today and I think the streets are listed in the wrong order. I think Superior is after Chicago.”
Chuckie, yelling, “It all depends on which fuckin' way you look at the fuckin' street guide. You turn it upside down and it's the other way around. That's all you gotta do. I brought some fuckin' thick ass pork chops, are you hungry Sheila?”
Me, “Yes!”
Chuckie threw me a bag of covered corn on the cob, “Okay, you get the corn ready.”
“What do you mean get it ready?” I asked Chuckie.
“Never mind. Andy! Get the corn ready!”
Andy would appear from his kitchen, “Listen mother fucker Chuck, I was in Vietnam and I got orders to shoot between the eyes and blow the fucking brains out of every mother fucker I saw. Do you think I'm in a position to take orders from you? What if I get sick of fucking orders and aim between your eyes, huh?”
“Never fuckin' mind. Danny! Where the fuck is Danny?” Chuckie boomed.
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