Horse meat & pistols

Momma said I weren't to havin' no future. "What in the fuck is you staring at?" Hi! I'm Orson, I'll be your new butcher. Feel these saugage, now that's a SUTURE! (But you've never seen a boy that damn fat.) Momma said I weren't to havin' no future. He whips out his wallet, to show you his pictures. (Across your feet gallops a big juicy rat.) Hi! I'm Orson, I'll be your new butcher. Screaming is heard from behind sheet'd furniture. (Orson's eyes go suddenly black, vacant, and flat.) Momma said I weren't to havin' no future. The gleam of his knife, such a nasty curvature. (As you remember some famous Roman diplomat.) Hi! I'm Orson, I'll be your new butcher. (But little does Orson know, you carry a Ruger.) "Thanks Orson for the *bang*, and the chat". Momma said I weren't to havin' no future. Hi! I'm Orson, I'll be your new butcher.