Thot4ThDay 11-28-06

Clem: Knock, knock.

Lem: Who’s there?

Clem: Me, Clem.

Lem: Clem who?

Clem: Clem, yore cuzzin, Clem.

Lem: Clem mah cuzzin Clem who?

Clem: Clem yore cuzzin who’s gone stave yore haid in if’n yew don’t open’er up raht now.

(click! sound of door opening and closing)

Clem: C’mon let’s go. We gotta take Aunt Larry to dialysis.

Lem: Hang own a sec. Lemme don mah pants.

Clem: (sniff, sniff!) Whut is that smail?!

Lem: (looks abashed)

Clem: Yew been mixing honey ‘n’ vinegar agin, ain’t yew?

Lem: Me? Naw.

Clem: Ah done tol’ yew a thousan’ tahms; hit don’t mean yew catch the flies whut lahk honey AND the flies whut lahk vinegar, hit just mean yew rune it fer the flies whut lahk honey.

Lem: Ha! So yew admit that the flies whut lahk vinegar ain’t put off none thin?

Clem: (thinking)

Lem: Eh?

Clem: Ah ain’t ready t’ say that.

Lem: Hoo boy!

Clem: Ah need to thank own it while Aunt Larry’s gittin’ her blood worshed.

Lem: (smug smile)