A Very Brief Excerpt From The Memoirs Of Joseph Spuleen, Raving Lunatic
There are not many things in life of which I’m certain.
But this–this, friends, is one of them:
If I were a hard-boiled, old-school-trenchcoat-and-fedora-wearing, cigar-chomping detective who also happened to be a turkey that could talk, my catchphrase would be “I don’t like the cut of your giblets, son”.
SO HELP ME GOD.