way back when i was just a little bitty boy livin in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from jerry’s bait shop
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he said NAH were out of glazed donuts
i said you got any jelly donuts
he said NAH were out of jelly donuts
i said "you got any bavarian cream-filled donuts?"
he said "NAH, we're outta bavarian cream-filled donuts"
i said you got any cinnamon rolls
he said NAH were out of cinnamon rolls
i said you got any apple fritters
he said NAH we’re out of apple fritters
i said YOU GOT ANY BEAR CLAWS??!?!?
he said… wait a minute, i’ll go check
epic guitar solo
NO WERE OUT OF BEAR CLAWS
i said "well, in that case, in that case, what do you have?"
he says "all i got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels"
i said "ok, i'll take that"
so he hands me the box and i open up the lid and the weasels jump out and they start biting me all over