'Me stop going to funerals', said cane-cutta Rubbaneck, while gulping he white-rum straight.
'Why Rubba', asked his drinking buddy Balhead, after a long drag from his Texas 99.
'Because dem na gun come to me one', said Rubba.
They later finished the bottle between dem and stagga home, while dem wife waiting fa dem at de front gate, wid a belna.