But they're F content to sit D back, maybe
F watch a little Mork and E Mindy on channel F 57 D , maybe F kick
back a cool, Coors E 16- F ouncer. D They're good, F fine people,
E Stuart. F But they don't D know ... F what the queers are doing
to the C soil!
You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers
in the neighborhood. He's a foreign kid.
Some of the neighbors say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.
Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl.
F Kept bugging his D old man. "Dad, F get me a burrow E owl. F I'll D never
ask for anything F else as long as I E live." So the F guy
breaks D down and F buys him a E burrow owl.
Anyway, F 10: D 30, the other night, F I go out in my yard, and there's
the C Wurster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are
you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my G# burrow owl."
A# I say, "Jumping D# Jesus on a G# Pogo Stick. D# Everybody knows
the G# burrow owl lives. In a D# hole. In the ground. G# Why the hell do you
think they call it a burrow owl, D# anyway?" Now A# Stuart, do you
think a kid like that is going to know what the
queers are doing to the soil? I first became aware of this about ten years ago,
the summer my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into
town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride
called The Mixer.
The F man D said, "Keep your F head, and E arms, F inside
the D Mixer at all times." But F Bill E Jr, he was a F DAAARE D DEVIL, F just
like his E old man. He was F leaning D out saying F "Hey everybody,
Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was de C capitated! They found
his head over by the G# snow A# cone concession D# .
A few days after that, I G# open up the mail. And there's a D# pamphlet
in there. From G# Pueblo, Colorado, and it's D# addressed to Bill, Jr.
And G# it's entitled, D# "Do you know what the queers are A# doing to our
soil?"
Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city,
there's a big undeground homosexual population.
Des Moines, Iowa, for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart.
You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government
F says it's D due to poor F farming E . But I know what's F really going on,
E Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens.
They're building landing strips for F gay D Martians, F I swear to
God.
You know what, Stuart, C I like you. You're not like the other
people, F here in this trailer park.
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