Yo Mama’s a pawda
Left shoe: You know, Righty, you don’t smell too bad today. Did you put some perfume or something?
Right shoe: Na, it’s just pawda.
Lefty: What’s a ‘pawda’?
Righty: Y’knaw. Regula ald pawda.
Lefty: Are you not saying the letter ‘O’, is that what you’re doing there? Because you sound like an idiot.
Righty: Why d’ya have ta be such a drag, man. Everyane’s drapping the aw’s, it’s a thang naw.
Lefty: Oh, oh, excuse me! It’s ‘a thang’. Well, if it’s a thang, I had no idea it’s a thang. Y’know what else is ‘a thang’? Kicking right shoes’ in their fu***** arses, that’s a great ‘thaaaang’. Actually, I think I’m gonna try that right now!
*Kicks right shoe in the butt*
Righty: Hey, heyyy! What the hell, man? What the hell?! Violence is never the answer, man! Never!
Lefty: I’m so sorry, righty, I ah… I got carried away, man. Ahh… Can you forgive me, bra?
Righty: Of course I do, love. And all my O’s are back just for you, love. Give us a kiss, will ya love.
Righty: Give us a kiss.
Lefty: I ain’t kissing you, man, forget it!
Righty: C’mon, love. Kiss kiss.
Lefty: Get the hell away from me!
*Lefty runs and Righty chases him until he falls down and Righty kisses him all over*
Lefty: Yuck! Yuck! You idiot! Yuck!
*Righty lights up a cigarette and points with it at Lefty’s face*
Righty: Well that oughta teach ya ’bout me hun. That oughta teach ya ’bout me! Wahaaaa haaa
*runs screaming, hands waving in the air*
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Editor: This is not getting any better, you know.