The Perfect Hookup

  When she came out der to get her paper in dem open-toed house shoes and her hair all up in curlers and that night gown slightly showing underneath her robe I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven.
  So, I started going out der to get my paper when she did. Then one day I saw her looking at me then she looked away, then I looked away and when I looked back to see if whe was still looking at me she was so I knowed there was some chemistry there and not the kind you go to class for.
  When he came out there in them short britches and argyle socks I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. That shiny bald head and dem pretty blue eyes did it for me  if you know what I mean.
  I asked her if she would like to accompany me to Taco Bell. She said "that would be swell." We could talk about just about anything. I asked her if she liked the Cowboys 
and she said "yea, and I like dem injuns too so I knowed she at least had a eighth
grade education like me and funny too. She could cipher like nobody's business. I was
pretty good at that too but had not done much lately.
  I met her Papa cause she was living with her Papa and she met my Mama cause I
was living with my Mama. We saw more and more of each other. I fancied her and she fancied me so we decided to get ourselves married. At this point, it dawned on me that
I would soon be off the market and no longer a great catch cause I done got caught.