Once upon a time there were three little girls, or at least there was that one skinny bitch who was like my friend Adrian who went to the Payless Drug Store in Boulder Colorado, and they were each assigned very hazardous duties. But I took them away from all that and now they work for me. My name is Mister Brownstone.
That’s no Mustang II/Pinto. Maybe a Fairmont n drag is close enough?
Yeah, I’ll keep that tight ass in shape, one way or another
Goddamit Bosley, where’s the fucking Chore Boy and bic lighter?
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