It’s already starting …
HOOTON GARRISON FORCES are fanning out across the city … they are looking for slab-oil and harlot sauce and gundry-poon.
They don’t care about your SAFETY … they will steal your catalytic converter and rip out your heart …
Desperate eyes now.
The cable guy isn’t who you think he is …
He comes to your home and sniff’s your wife’s underwear and other products …
He’s thinking of taking over after you’re gone, and being the new dad. He fantasizes about taking you OUT.
He’s coming for you pal, ain’t no stopping it.
Do you know where your mom goes at night?
She’s on the STREET, turning it UP, making an IMPRESSION. All the TOPE STREET GIRLIES watch her patch skirt and wait for the howl muskies.
Sure, you don’t know, but you do know and you don’t care.
Your mom is a ROAD GAL and juicier.