My name is Frank Baker. My story takes place in that part of the South, where you have the hindlick maneuver and say doodie instead of duty. You have light doodie, heavy doodie, and super doodie; with the use of each you make a joke; where intellectualizing may employ a complicated term such as Topsy Turvy, or Incite, pronounced excite, as in excite a riot, or Substantial pronounced sustantial; where, if something is as good as shit, or goodern shit, it's good; where it's good to be "The Shit". Where before sex she might say: You're too fat Daddy, let me be on top.