IYKYK: IIWII
I shouldn’t have but I did.
I poked a BEAR named ZED …
And then PHROGAN-FLEEB reached out from NY and said:
“Go down the rough road and bleed your greed upon the leading ranks. Stankville hookers, wearing dresses of burlap and rope, moving closer, ever closer to that FLIX BUS STOP across from Madison Square Gardens. Be there on a TUESDAY at MIDNIGHT, and you can see the land crab and the ocean fever and the pimps riding scooters as the looters bet on BLUMP.”
FLEEB had a friend named PHIL … PHIL G. DENTON (@716-598-8267).
PHIL lives in UPSTATE NY and reasoned about black sauce and THE crooked boss and the scroglies at Moglies’ in Seneca. His ears stopped working, his BRAIN fooled HIM back, and it’s possible that a baton was passed from one faker to the next baker … and now I have a minder with bad days and TROLL JOURNEYS.
CALL FORWARDING TOO …
“BREAKER ONE NINE”
All because of a BEAR named ZED.
In return, I tells ya: “Hello FLEEB, I’ll be checking in on you soon.”
HELLO PHIL, might we ever meet?
G.M.F.Y.I.L.Y.
P.S.: BEARDS are the new COFFEE FILTER. IYKYK
