My no-count kids done stuck me's in the old folks farm here. Sometime afters the Thanksgivin last year, I wokes up to em little basturds sittins in my livin room with the brown girl nurse.
Next thing I knows. I'm a sittins here droolin, wearins the bunny slippers, n watchin my grandkids rootin through my pockets.
I ain't cares fer what yer shyster Pettifogger a says; I'm a writins ya sons-a-bitches out of my Will fer this ! Quit puttin things on my feets whiles I a sleepins !