I've been known to speak locksmith, Mormon, and occasionally toddler. Oochy
kootchy goochy woo! Had occasion to jargon with fire fighters, and gosh
knows. Might have been a few others.

Gets me to thinking. That, and of course I don't speak mechanic worth a
hoot. I don't speak Afro American, either, know I'm sayin. Sho rat?

I need a two and a half to the back for exposure. Call in a box, and get a
couple guys up to blow. (Oddly enough, if you're a fire fighter, none of
this is sexual in nature.)

Anyone remember the movie with John Candy, he was banging around, declaring
how he was going to get his load into you. The neighbor woman who came over
to visit took it wrong, he was trying to get the clothes dryer door to open
(metal clothes dryer; finally some metal content).

I can go into my locksmith wholesale house, and ask for a box of tail
screws, and not have to buy them drinks and tell em they are pretty.

Christopher A. Young
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