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| Well hello, Steve Sprague. Say, do you remember that guy outside of Fostoria, Ohio who has the gag "air-mail" mailbox in front of his modest ranch-style shithole of a house. | |
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| Why of course, George Fawcett. He's right down the street from those white trash assholes who thought they were going to restore that old victorian farmhouse and who now live in a trailer behind it. | |
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| Well, I'm the guy who ran over his dog with a mower that was just sharpened by Justin's grandfather. I don't know why I did it. It must have something to do with me being banned from the Seneca lanes. | |
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| I bowl at Mt. Idy, myself. I'm the guy who has all of those bowling balls scattered around his lawn and going up his television antennae. You know, right by Saum's Meats. | |
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| Sure. Ladd Cech sure thought that Saum's was noteworthy when driving the boys to orientation at Ohio State. | |
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| It is, of course, but not nearly as noteworthy as Coon's Candy; the store that prompted Mr. Bob Lengel to pronounce it in a funny voice when taking that same trip with his new girlfriend. | |
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