From: joemahoney1950@gmail.com   
      
   My lumpen lovers of the livid lichen, me and maw an poppa Joe Mahoney usta   
   live in anotha pot of Maxichusipp's.  But Dad always complained, loudly and in   
   quite a high-pish voice that that place made him feel "too low-class."     
      
   So we moved to the wondafull town of Hallifax Maxichusipp's, where Joe Seenya   
   felt rite at home.     
      
   Now I'll neva fergit Dad's first reaction as a we pulled into our new   
   dribeway.  dad saw sumfin in the nayba's yodd.  He was silent.  He stayid fo'   
   a long time, in uncharacteristical silence.  Hias mouth opened, and a string   
   of spittle emerged.  We (   
   momma Mahoney and me Joe Joonya) wondid what it was.   
      
   Then dad, aka Joe Seenya got outta his ca.  He ambled, gasperin an pufferin,   
   towid's the nayba's yodd.  Beady eyes transfixed, mouth still open an watrin.   
      
      
   Finely we saw what it was Dad stayid at.  It the nayba.  He was BIG, very   
   BIG.  Quite ovawait and sweaty.  And he was ridin aroun on a big red lon-mowa,   
   singin Frank Sinatra songs.     
      
   Finely Dad spoke.  "I gotta git me one o those ridin mowas," he stated.     
      
      
   And fo the resta dat nite, even afta he was into his scotchies, Dad neva   
   stopped talkerin bout the nayba and his ridin mowa.     
      
      
   Next day I got home from school's, wheya I learned a profound lesson (Darwin   
   is justa one big LIE), Dad was in back.  And in front.  And on both sides,   
   ridin arroun on his big red brand-noo mowa.  Singerin Frank Sinatra songs.   
      
   Nuff said.   
      
   Joe "large and in charge" M.   
      
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