Sunny Street by Max G and Sandy B for March 24, 2014
Butcher: You know the thing about a shark he's got... lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya, and those black eyes, roll over white, n' then... ah, then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' the ocean turns red, n' spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces. Customer: K... and how's the crab?
Don’t get him started on his Indianapolis story…