I was just a walking down the street.. and this young punk-headed whippersnapping ding-job came up up to me. I was just going to the bus stop! Can't a man have a little peace? I worked for 48 and a 1/2 damn years, don't i deserve a little bit of respectr from these little whelps?

well... this fellas says... "hey, old timer! "

and I said, "old timer? you wouldn't know time if you found it in your diaper, you little runt!!! why I oughta-"

and as i was about to tell that little bastard just what i ought to do, he says, "hey, grandpa! you got any chocolate wedgies?"

You know. I haven't cried before or since them chocolate wedgies... "Them Noof'er's are a meanace," i says, "you don't want to wake up with chocolate in your wedge, young man," i says.

"i don't want to talk about it anymore," i says...

and that punk, he was either a'chuckling at me, or choking on his crispy crunchy carmel bar.