Well hallo
everyone, it’s Mrs. Stivic, the lunch lady, again. That nice young man asked me to let you know what the results
from the last poll were. As I remember,
it was on different kinds of them tattoo things that sailors and convicts
sometimes get on their arms. I remember
when Mr. Stivic, God rest his soul, was a prison guard over at the Wisconsin
State Reformatory. Well, that was before we moved to Oshkosh, don-chya-no? My uncle Jim got him a job there after the
war, when he got out of them Marines.
Well, he used to tell me stories about them convicts and how they’d give
themselves tattoos ‘n such…ooohhh, I feel a little faint just thinking about
it!
So, here are
them results from the poll. It looks
like poor old Popeye only got one vote; maybe he needs to eat a little more
spinach, hehe! And the next possibility
was a “tramp stamp.” I don’t know what
that would be, but it didn’t get any votes anyways, don-chya-no? The third one was to get a tattoo for that
Obama fella on your…well, on a certain part of… well, let’s just say “over”
your heart, ok? (*mumbling from off stage*) Oh, yes over your heart or on a
“sack.” Hmmm, I’m not really sure why
you would get one on a sack… (*looking around*) do they mean like a grocery sack? (*more mumbling from off
stage*) Oh my! Ooohhh, I feel faint again… (*fanning*)
I just don’t
know if I can continue this, Mr. man.
(*mumbling from off stage*) Oh, ok, I know, there’s just one more. It looks like the winner is this bar code
thing with two votes. I don’t know what
that one is either. A bar code? Well, you know, I’ve never been in a bar,
except that one time I had to go pick up Mr. Stivic, God rest his soul, because
that bartender, Mr. Casey, took his keys away after he, well, not to speak ill
of the deceased you know, but he had a little too much that fourth of July back
in 1965, don-chya-no? Ooohhh, I’ve got
to be off now, my buns need warming up before lunch. Bye-bye, now!
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