BTB Knows About Moon Cheese.

So Big Chuck was all talkin’ about maybe selling himself some grass lobster jams and jellies on the eBay, sayin’ how he could make the kind of money that lets a man own shoes ’cause he wants to, not ’cause he has to.

Well, Bald Tire Bob, he asked Big Chuck if he even had himself a computer, and Big Chuck, well he looked like someone asked a dog to done recite Shakespeare.

Bob, he just shook is head. It ain’t enough to have an idea, you gotta have a plan: just ’cause you tie rockets to a monkey don’t mean he’s gonna be able to gather you no moon cheese, son.