I'm not much on trash talk so I had to reach back to long ago, "You can sell the shithouse 'cause you just lost your ass!" as I get up to come to the table after their miss. Not trash talk but pretty funny, people always knew when my friend Bobby was in a place. I walk in a place one night and the first thing I hear is "Sooooieee! Get in there ball!" Bobby was calling the balls home to the pockets like they were pigs. He was one of those guys that could always get in action or get something going. If I did the same things he did I would have gotten killed, probably literally!
I have to admit I occasionally looked at the table and started quacking when I saw a wide open table. "It's duck season!" Everything left on the table was a sitting duck. Speaking of fowl, "I'm going to pluck you like a chicken!"
The best trash talk had to be funny and in the other person's face too. One of the nastiest was a comeback to something coming your way. Reply, "Wow, what a dirty crack! Speaking of dirty cracks, how is your wife?" Needless to say things could get interesting after that!
Cowboys get drunk and they get to thinking they are the world's greatest, at anything. Lovers, fighters, and pool players being most common in my neck of the woods. A guy I ran with a few times a year and usually needed all the time in between to recover was a cowboy from DeRidder Louisiana. One night we had graduated from beer to whiskey and we were just quietly finishing the night on bar stools. All of a sudden he jumps on the bar, "I can lick every son of a bitch in this place!" Dead quiet for about thirty seconds then, "Hu, I can see a little better from up here. I think I am going to need some help with a couple!"
I had more than a nodding acquaintance with Dan's sisters. Years later one sister and I bumped into each other when we were attending different classes at the vo-tech. She looked at me, "Who would have thought we would have both died and moved to suburbia?"
All I have tonight but I'll be here all week!
Hu