July 19 2004  BIGKOOK'S pissed.
 
Yesterday 'NOFRE'S GarbageMen a.k.a.  TEAMBIGKOOK, Local 342
pranked BIGKOOK, violently shaking The Great White Van and the
tear-drop trailer attached to the rear, until it tipped over landing door
 side down, trapping BIGKOOK inside. He was stuck overnight screaming
for help. No takers. Yesterday noon I attended luncheon in the Dana
Harbor's John's Fish Market. The seafood is fresh, the beer cold,
french fries crisp, salads wonderful almost just from the garden
variety. Biirds were chirping and twittering, that was until this okiefied
barefoot and pregnant single mom arrives, leading banshee-like kids
screaming their,  "I wänts". Just behind that mess came teenie white
Pomeranians, yapping at the top of their lungs, annoying everyone
within earshot. Aftre luncheon, we went back to 'Nofre to see how
BIGKOOK'S dillema was going. I couldn't believe the turn-around's
line was so long and the morons were ignorant enough to spend to
spend a day sitting in their car to drive toward Well, I drove right trough
drove to where the capsized tear-drop lay. BIGKOOK was livid'
"Get me outta here damn it. Get me a beer dammit, what's that smell?"
I feel the smell he smelled was a potluck hot dog feed for the beacf,
and those cheap turkey franks those people brought. I sure hope
they get BIGKOOK out today.
 
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