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Show 80 When we got home Big Dick was waiting on the porch. "What ya think?" Big Dick said to me. "Pretty tremendous, huh?" He wacked Stinky on the back. "I was a linebacker myself, but Stinky's a real thinker." "He sure is." "What's that smell?" asked Big Dick. "Oh, that's Mom's Chanel No. 5," said Stinky. "I get so sweaty under all this, and if they ever grabbed me I'd be so embarrassed." "What a card," said Big Dick. He gave me a kaaxa bag of Buckhorn Chips, a bag of pretzels, a bag of corn curls, a bag of fried pork rinds. "I have to go in," Stinky said. "Mom might need her scarf in the morning and it has to be hand washed." Karl Marksman Marksman Karl^ bought the house next door and moved in at the end of that summer. He drove up in an old pick-up truck covered with bondo and gray primer with no license and no inspection. He had three kids, axaxxixa four dogs, two cats, a blue jay, a crow, and a pig in the back with all his furniture, which wasn't much, a table, some wooden chairs and a rug. His wife Sophie sat in the front with him and x she took up the whole front seat. Besides that her forehead was sloped and she only said things like flubberty-ble-bla. Red wouldn't let anybody out on the porch so we all had to watch out the side window as Karl unloaded the truck and Sophie ordered the kids and animals all around with no distinction between quadruped and biped, urba-blooba. "The proliferation of non-communicative language systems will be the wreck of this neighborhood," said Neda. "Maybe you should go out and bleah at her a few times," I said, "I'm self-destructive," said Neda. "That woman doesn't know any better." "She must be retarded," said Ka Helen. The cats and dogs poured out of the back of the truck and the pig waddled over to our maple tree and ixxaxaa lay down in the shade. The crow flew over and sat on the porch railing. The blue jay was ax was in a cage so it didn't get to run around. |