The Secret Marines (4-F, 5-0, 666, 7-11, 8-Is-Enough, 9-Lives, 10-4) Blow Out

My daddy is an unqualified Hawaiian Satanic convenience food store clerk for the Secret Marines

I know 'cause I pulled the string on the back of his head and he told me of how the men from the Health Department come in and hang the cream doughnuts on their erections while saluting the flag

Little old ladies from down the street hang out playin' the video games in the wee hours of the morning and take turns giving Daddy gum jobs, but sometimes he gets stuck to their denture cement and we have to use a blow torch

Yesterday, I went in to buy some cake and candy, but Daddy was putting the pure cane sugar out on the counter in little piles and told me to fuck off
I was psychologically despondent over his compendious manner, despite my usual latitudinarian tendencies

What the fuck is wrong with you today, old man?
Got the rag on, ya old hag?
Daddy then began to cry and I ran outside into the arms of three ruffians who proceeded to bash my skull into a nearby brick wall
I told them when I grow up I want to be a brain surgeon, just like my little brother
Then, I showed them my dick and they all ran away and joined the circus