Conversation #5: The Baker and the Frying Pan
They were begging for him to come to work for them. That's how talented he was. Ya know how many bakers used to come down to the house and say "Joe, I want you to work for me. I want you to work for me"? But every time he was working where he was working he would f__k up every time. Come in there all going, drinking, drunk and stuff like that, you can't do that.
Tell him about the time he hit your mother, she had the frying pan.
Unnhhhhhh, he hit my mother one time and she hit him with a f___ing frying pan, then he went to work and showed the guys the frying pan and the f___ing bump he had on his f___ing head that my mother did to him.
What happened?
He got tangled up with my mother, see? And she picked up a frying pan and hit him on the f___ing side of the head.
Dad! He hit her! He hit Busha!
Yeah...and she hit him with that f___ing frying pan, up, with the...
And she said, "You'll never hit me again."
Yeah.
She picked up the frying pan and conked him.
He told my mother, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna start with you again." She hit him so f___ing hard with that f___ing frying pan, that, after that he said "I don't want no problem with you." You see, he'd get drunk and then, you know...you know how guys get. They get drunk, they get outta hand. My mother used to take a lot of s__t from him, you know what I mean, she'd say, "Oh, that's okay", you know, you...you...But one day, I don't know what the hell he did to her, he hit her or some damn thing, and she really got pissed, and hit him with the f___ing frying pan. He was...he went to work the next day showing everybody where the hell she hit him with the frying pan. He was a top baker. Everybody in the baking business wanted him. That's how good he was, you understand? But the only thing is, this alcoholic s__t. And our...he'd have a good f___ing job where somebody was paying him good, you know, then, then he'd get smashed up with the f___ing alcohol, coming in every day drunk, and then he f___ed himself up. Then they'd fire him, and then he'd go to...and the next bakers were looking for him to get him. He was so f___ing good, on baking, that, you know, regardless of what he was drinking, or what, they'd try to keep him as much as they can, you know. That, sometimes they'd keep him in their f___ing houses to keep him sober so he could come in and cook...and bake the next day. He was a great baker. Great! I mean great! One of the best!
Tell him about the time he hit your mother, she had the frying pan.
Unnhhhhhh, he hit my mother one time and she hit him with a f___ing frying pan, then he went to work and showed the guys the frying pan and the f___ing bump he had on his f___ing head that my mother did to him.
What happened?
He got tangled up with my mother, see? And she picked up a frying pan and hit him on the f___ing side of the head.
Dad! He hit her! He hit Busha!
Yeah...and she hit him with that f___ing frying pan, up, with the...
And she said, "You'll never hit me again."
Yeah.
She picked up the frying pan and conked him.
He told my mother, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna start with you again." She hit him so f___ing hard with that f___ing frying pan, that, after that he said "I don't want no problem with you." You see, he'd get drunk and then, you know...you know how guys get. They get drunk, they get outta hand. My mother used to take a lot of s__t from him, you know what I mean, she'd say, "Oh, that's okay", you know, you...you...But one day, I don't know what the hell he did to her, he hit her or some damn thing, and she really got pissed, and hit him with the f___ing frying pan. He was...he went to work the next day showing everybody where the hell she hit him with the frying pan. He was a top baker. Everybody in the baking business wanted him. That's how good he was, you understand? But the only thing is, this alcoholic s__t. And our...he'd have a good f___ing job where somebody was paying him good, you know, then, then he'd get smashed up with the f___ing alcohol, coming in every day drunk, and then he f___ed himself up. Then they'd fire him, and then he'd go to...and the next bakers were looking for him to get him. He was so f___ing good, on baking, that, you know, regardless of what he was drinking, or what, they'd try to keep him as much as they can, you know. That, sometimes they'd keep him in their f___ing houses to keep him sober so he could come in and cook...and bake the next day. He was a great baker. Great! I mean great! One of the best!
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