So I'm lying in bed, trying to sleep but I can't. I'm just kind of wandering through my mind, picking up old memories, dusting them off, and giving them a listen. For some reason I think of the few fisticuffs I've been in, and this little turn of phrase drops out of nowhere. It kind of rolled like thunder, low and far away at first, then gradually louder and clearer until it was booming and echoing in my head. Anyways, I couldn't think of a story worth telling that would incorporate it. Well, maybe I'm just too tired to really hash one out right now, but here's the phrase in bold, given in context:

That jackass spit on my mother, so I had no choice but to beat him barnyard ugly and shithouse stupid.

I can't make much sense of it, but it wouldn't go away. It's got a cadence to it, poetic meter - it practically does the Charelston right out of my mouth as a matter of fact. I think you could even split it up into two phrases, using either the barnyard ugly or the shithouse stupid. But when it came crashing through those saloon doors between my subconcious and concious mind, it came in blasting from both barrels, so I kept it that way.

Well, there you have it. Now you know what keeps me up at night. Cheers.