Wassamatter, You don't like a my stewp?

I guess this must be, Lets throw Don under the bus again week, on account of a coupla
stories that mighta happened recently. First, my trophy wife Betty gets it started
by lettin me know that the soup I made did'nt have enough broth and was more like a stew than a soup. What, fuggetaboudit, if it looks like a soup, and walks like a
soup, and quacks like a soup, guess what it ain't a stew, you know what I mean? Hey,
maybe, just maybe, Uncle Donnie is a genius, culinarily speaking of course, in
creating a new dish, part soup and stew, you know what I mean.....itsa stewp Betty.
Part soup and part stew....a stewp. This why I always end up under the bus. You
remember the song Under the Boardwalk? For me its the same tune to Under the School
Bus....School Bus!
Then, daughter 3 gets into the act, bustin my chops about a comment I made about
having the ability to think in three different cultures. Uncle D. is diverse, what
can I say? So she says to that, yeah, your diverse alright, your brain does work
in three cultures....backwoods,red neck, and trailer park!
Under the School Bus....School Bus!
Whattayagonnado?

D.