Re: Boi-oi-oing.
"Naw," he said as he shoveled straw. "Sure." More shoveling. "That's tight," Troy smirked. "Aight," he agreed, when Frankie put the gavel down on the new goats' names. He wasn't picky. Lambso gave a 'brrrt' when the babies came back to her, what Troy imagined was 'please keep them a little longer' noise. He then tuned back into what Catacomb was asking, because #fashion. "Green suit, pimp shoes, best hat, big brain," he paraphrased America's dumb leader. "Lost my date, so I'm free ballin'." New meaning for a great oldie. Shovel down. Whew! "And what will I be finding on my floor yule morning?" Wink. Dem eyes 'dough.