'It Is Now Post Time."
We're Off...Let me tell you something, when they named this critter Phil The Thrill From Cherry Hill, they had a reason...We made a work run yesterday, and he wants to pick up the boots at SugarHouse, we have the truck, so my son Enie is going to meet us after work then Phil can take the car and me and Ernie can go home.. Got that..OK..Into the lot at SugarHouse we pull. Phil immediatly pulls into a spot gotta be a 1/2 mile from the door..he says this way we know where the truck is..Why?? Why?? do I listen to this man..Anyway in we go, hold our own...down a few hundred and I hit 4 deuces in a .50 game and brought back 500.00. Ernie gets there and it is now around midnight, and we are all ready to leave.. Oh yeah, Phil told me to leave my jacket in the truck so nobody would take it at SugarHouse. (like somebody would wear my clothes), Anyhow walking out splitting up the money, it is a fucking blizzard..Ernie tells Phil the car is right there in the first spot as you walk out the door..The fuckin truck is 1/2 mile away..I got a short sleeve shirt on, the fuckin wind is blowing in my face get about half way there, Phil rides bye blows the horn and waves...Ernie has a field jacket on, and looks at me with snow all over me and says, ain't you cold.??..What the fuck man..I get in the truck and immediatly call Phil there is no answer. So, I say, Hey E you think he is OK??? So, Ernie tries his phone, no answer...He looks at me and I look at him, both thinking the same thing..yep, he went back in..called this morning bitchin about losin the money..what a trip..No wonder he hangs with me.. Hey everybody, especially little Streebs enjoy the snow.. Talk to ya later. hey T I'll give you a call later.....
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Did you say enjoy the snow? I'll have to wait until I stop banging my head into the wall. I hate the f'ing stuff. Plus it is not only snow it is covered in ICE. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Hurry up Spring!!!
Little known fact..Banging ones head into a wall, will not help snow melt..It became a common practice back on a street called Fleming in a place called Manayunk..In The Year Of Our Lord 1950..yep, it was there where the original head bangers started..it really had nothing to do with heavy metal bands. It was done by a band of girls that, yep, little Streeb The Keeb hung out with..When this group of girls were told by their parents or people of authority that it was going to snow..they went into tantrums and started banging their heads against the wall of their homes..there were hundreds of them. The parents at that time knowing nothing about the psychological bull shit that the parents of today know..thought that the head banging by all these kids would knock the snow off the sides of the house and the windows.thus letting it hit the ground where it could be shoveled into piles to be melted by the spring sun...soooooo, they just let them bang their heads and went about their daily routines as their female children smashed their noggins against the stone walls as most of the houses in Manayunk are built from stone...I on the other hand being a rather gifted child, knew that they were all throwing tantrums because they had to shovel snow and it was cold and icy and a bit dangerous on those old cobblestoned streets. I never said anything because it was quite amusing to watch Streebs matching up against the parlor wall..She would look at me after every smash, and after about the fifth or sixth one, I would take off, because I knew I was about to get another beating....These original head bangers still get together to this day as a secret society,, they go under the name of St. John's Sorority and meet in different locals once a month..They have to go to a different place every month, because of the holes they put in the walls from smashin their melons against them.. You heard it here first at Plain and Simple.
WOW. Little Streeb............
How did that make you feel????
What a bunch of s_ _t! BBL my head hurts.
As another day draws to a close here at the Ville, it is always interesting to see what he critters are up too..Walking over to the hooch, gotta be careful on these trails and roads, the Pine Barrens are one dark place..knockin on the door....Hey Sample, come ont int..No thanks Slat gettin ready to lock down seein if Meere is ready to leave the party..ARK!! ARK!! I want to go back to the Carribean, I want to go back to the Carribean..Hey Greeny why don't you call Plain, maybe he will take you back and leave you there..ARK! ARK! Hey Simple why don't you go fu!!!ARKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! SAMPLE LET HIM GO!! HIST FEATHERS ART FLYIN ALLT OVER DA PLACE!!!Fuckin Parrot...He could mess up a pigion picnic...ComeMeere..Hattona Matada Simple.. Hey Meere ready to hit it?? Yeah the goat really stinks tonight and Blat left a knockwurst fart that could know the wurst out of ya......Hey see you critters tomorrow......Light Out.
"Stay Out Of Harms Way My Friends."
"TAPS"
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