five bees for a quarter

One trick is to tell them stories that don’t go anywhere, like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel. And in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you’d say. Now, where were we? Oh yeah! The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.

dyskomike  asked:

May I lounge on your lawn, too? I'm oldish and I would like some Necco wafers --- their dry chalky texture and stale flavor remind me of how I used to wear an onion on my belt. Hold the water, I have some wheezing sarsaparilla rightchere.

Give me five bees for a quarter, and we’ll talk.

We can’t bust heads like we used to! But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don’t go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Water 7. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Waterville, which is what they called Water 7 in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em. “Gimme five bees for a quarter,” you’d say. Now where were we… oh yeah! The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. I didn’t have any white onions, because of the war! The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones…
—  Brook

We can’t bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell ‘em stories that don’t go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you’d say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones…

—  Steve Rogers

cheaseart  asked:

How to you hate Davos hes the fucking man

every davos chapter:

One trick is to tell them stories that don’t go anywhere. Like the time I took the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe so I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them. Give me five bees for a quarter you’d say. Now where were we, oh ya. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because if the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones