Limey Lang

[Clegg]

Ever walk home and see someone you know a little bit or used to know, and slow down or even stop, just so you don't end up catching up with them and having to have a conversation?

[Clyde Barrow]

Ah yes, the baby/toddler years. People manage... we were once those baby/toddler types ourselves. I suppose when they're kids at school things are at their best. When they become teenagers though, that's another kick in the ****.
I imagine having a teenage son just like meself. Doesn't bear thinking about.

The baby years are a nightmare. I can't stand crying and cleaning up messes where adults are concerned. Doing it on a daily basis with an infant that's totally dependent on me is a harsh thought right now. School age seems more manageable. Time is split between you raising them and teachers teaching them.

And the teen years are what I'd look forward to most, assuming I had a son. A daughter is a living nightmare. But a son would be being born again. Just imagine, waking up in the middle of the night to the sounds of my boy shagging the hell out of some broad whose pants he manipulated his way into. Sharing a drink with him to congratulate him on his accomplishments. Sitting down watching a fight or a movie with him. Those thoughts put a smile on my face.

[Southpaw Stinger]

ain't getting anywhere near the paint , ****.

i'm like a korean charles barkley.

We ain't playing with no ladders, ****.

[Clyde Barrow]

Ever walk home and see someone you know a little bit or used to know, and slow down or even stop, just so you don't end up catching up with them and having to have a conversation?

All the time. I enjoy talking to acquaintances when I actually have something interesting to talk to them about. But the simple, "How's work? How's the old lady? What are you up to?" I can't stand that crap.

[Southpaw Stinger]

Ever walk home and see someone you know a little bit or used to know, and slow down or even stop, just so you don't end up catching up with them and having to have a conversation?

All the time. And I'm dead feckin' serious about that.

I spend half my life avoiding people and avoiding conversation.

[Southpaw Stinger]

The baby years are a nightmare. I can't stand crying and cleaning up messes where adults are concerned. Doing it on a daily basis with an infant that's totally dependent on me is a harsh thought right now. School age seems more manageable. Time is split between you raising them and teachers teaching them.

And the teen years are what I'd look forward to most, assuming I had a son. A daughter is a living nightmare. But a son would be being born again. Just imagine, waking up in the middle of the night to the sounds of my boy shagging the hell out of some broad whose pants he manipulated his way into. Sharing a drink with him to congratulate him on his accomplishments. Sitting down watching a fight or a movie with him. Those thoughts put a smile on my face.

What if the son turned out to be gay?

[Clyde Barrow]

What if the son turned out to be gay?

He's dead to me.

[Clegg]

Watching Bad Santa.

[Southpaw Stinger]

He's dead to me.

That's something I worry about. What if he turned out gay? Would I see the warning signs early and could I do something about it? I couldn't put up with one of those really camp overtly gay-type sorts. I just couldn't handle it.
The other type of gay, the type that blends in with hetero society and you are surprised to find out that they are gay, well that might be a little easier to put up with.

[Left Hook Tua]

We ain't playing with no ladders, ****.

you're only 6'2 , ****.

i'll be taller than you after you eat an elbow to the adam's apple.



you guys watching the fights tonight?

some of the undercard was pretty good.