Bad Day For Bo

I picked up the phone. It was Gary Jenkins laughing hysterically. After he finally got hold of himself he said, "Man, you should have seen that crazy Bobo. He came onto my porch with a Hannah Montana Guitar (http://fendoff.web.com/) strapped to his back. He actually sat down and played me a Hank Williams song on it.

"Any Good?"

"Not as bad as you'd think", he replied. "It's a shame that he's 23 with the mind of a nine year old. But he asked me for a drink of water. I knew what he was up to 'cause he kept eyeballin' my new bike that was in the front yard but never mentioned a word about it, plus the call I got from you eariler."

"What'd he do?" I asked.

'I went into the house like I was getting his water but stopped and watched as he tiptoed down to my bike and hopped on and tried to take off. He hadn't noticed that I had the back wheel chained. And when I went to get him off of it, he started punchin' at me, so I had to hit him with my stun gun (http://scenttracker.webs.com/). Anyway, that took care of that, he stopped tryin' to hit me.

"Well, I feel sorry for him. I wish he'd get robbing and stealing out of his head. But it's all he thinks about. OH! Let me get back to you, here he comes in the front yard now. Later."

I opened the door and yelled out to him as he approached the porch steps. "What happened Bo?"

He looked at me with a gnarled up face and said.................