Okay, kids, everybody gather 'round. It's time for another installment of Uncle Nearl's "Famous Pie Stories". Let's see, what can I tell you this time...Well, let me tell you about some of my more memorable pie experiences. The first one won't be pleasant but it's necessary. It's called "The Worst Piece of Pie That Uncle Nearl Ever Had":
It was a hot August afternoon and I was driving across the Texas panhandle. It was close to Amarillo when I pulled into a restaurant just west of town and ordered a hamburger. When I had finished said hamburg (a nod to Red's) I felt like having a piece of pie so I ordered a slice of apple. When it arrived, I noticed that it didn't look just right. When I finally managed to saw through the crust and take a bite, well, lets just say that Uncle Nearl almost had one of his famous 'spells'. I spit it out as fast as I put it in and commandered the slacker disquised as the waitress. I told her that the pie was a real piece of crap. She kinda rolled her eyes at that, but they straightened back out real fast when I jacked her jaws with a backhanded slap out of left field. That got her attention. Then I pulled out the ol' 'Mexican Boxing Glove', aka a switchblade, and as I started to pick my teeth with it, I mentioned real casual like that I might be a little more generous in my tip if that piece of crap piece of pie was to vanish off of the bill...let's just say that she got religion real quick and whipped out the eraser on that #2 Eberhard Faber and went to work recalculating the tab. The end.

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