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word up my home slice

we were out gettin' some kentucky fried glass, when the bowling alley called on my cell phone, and said we owed them three dollars. well, gas was three quandrants to the sector, then, due to rationing, and so we didn't want to drive over there. in those days, we didn't have anything to transfer money. the money was all gold pieces with pictures of king richard d. james, who was a nice chap that liked to molest synthesizers.

peace out
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2005-10-16 01:50:00
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