Blimey! You bilge-sucking carousers. Imma gonna cleave you to the brisket and feed the fishes with your booty, if Imma not the son of a biscuit eater, I y’am.
Kitty says, “Let me come golfing with you, Dad. I’ll be good. I’ll chase birdies. Maybe some squirrels. I’m very quiet. No noise. I can get my own snacks. Pee breaks won’t slow you down. Please…..Dad? Please???”