we had a kid in the neighborhood we called Dead Head Fred... he talked like he had no teeth in his mouth and he would call you "turkey" alot...
he was older than me and one time him and another guy threw me under the pumps with my baseball uniform on... i told my brother Bill and the next time we went to play basketball Dead Head Fred was standing outside his house and his Mom and Dad were sitting there... my brother Bill walked over to him and grabbed him by the throat with 2 hands and started shaking his head like a rag doll...
we went to play basketball and a huge crowd came over and Dead Head Fred had a broomstick... Bill started calling him a punk, and even with the stick Fred didn't want to start messing with him...
the crowd dispersed, we finished playing basketball and went home...
well anyway, that's what Right Said Fred reminds me of...
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