Neanderthal!? Me!? Hmm!?

 

Neanderthal!? (Really!)

 

No!---I do not have an “I”-phone…whatever that is!?

 

Billy-Bob and the “boys” were all “texting” (?) and

finger-punching the black screens on their “devices”.

 

I just sipped my Diet-Coke and ignored them, too.

 

Annoyed (after 22-seconds) I chose to take my leave;

went outside to watch the clouds and pet the dog.

 

Bored! Lonely! & Afraid!---them!...never me.

 

I told ole Billy-Bob that I could “surgically” remove that

ugly growth from the side of his head; he thought it over

and allowed that he liked it and also, it might “hurt”.

 

I assured Billy-boy that I had done hundreds with my

Bowie-knife and it “never” hurt---Well! Save that time

my victim (uh, er, patient) flinched and the blade slipped

and nicked my thumb…that hurt like Hell! Hmm!

 

Now---ole Billy ain’t real smart nor real dumb but…he declined!

 

He got a brand new “I-10”---so proud…I don’t get it.

 

But, I got a “L-4”---uh huh!...4-strings in my empty soup can! Ha!

 

Reflecting on ole Billy-Bob’s declining of my surgery-offer---

Billy’s right…he’s annoying enough, I reckon! If I cut off his

good ear he’d say “Huh?” a lot more. Yuk! Sure enough!

 

Oops! Sorry! Got to go! That damn phone is ringing! Hmm!