Grammy teached me an' Clive a new game called Bad Mittens today. Which, ya doesn't even wear mittens; ya runs around with a bracket hittin' a cock back 'n forth to each nother. Grammy tole us what she used of hit that cock like nobody's business when she beed a young sizzler. She were hollerin' all a time all a time, hit it, watch it, keep yous eyes on that cock, boys! And then Clive batted that cock right straight in mine eye; an' I were screamin' like a seagull lookin' for french fries. That maked Momma come runnin' for to see what bees all the noise about. She jus' shooked her head and tole Grammy, see, it all bees funny games atill somebody loses theys eyeball. But Momma jus' don't unnerstans Bad Mittens what so all. Prawly I's gonna teach her how to play when my cock eye bees better.
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