He may submitted to something like giving up cigarettes, magazines, or food. Once they know you're weak things can get more difficult. They're are a number of Orange County Sheriffs that surf SanO who probably know much more than me.
It was a hot, dry and dusty walk from Four Doors to Old Man's, but well worth the trip. For I had been summoned by the man himself. I slowly approached, realizing I was about to be in the presence of greatness. His music was the sweet sound of yesteryear. I stood before the man himself, this Malibu legend and nervously answered his probing questions. I must have passed the test for he complimented my written word. I left, not knowing how long I had even been there, and walked back to Four Doors in absolute awe. Thank you for making my day Mr. Steak.
Did anyone ask the Big Kook how much longer he thought he could drive around in his blue van with the target painted on it before going back to the clink?
Down here in Oz we call the thing that goes around your leg a "panic strap" and oh yes we have plenty of Big Kooks and lock ups. The next large influx of humans after the indiginous people was the convicts - the place was built up on rum, sodomy and lash - getting back here the theme of the lefty thing.
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F R E E L E F T Y !
In prison, Lefty, means the same as queer, not the nickname you want to earn. Just saying....
WOW! Parolee, how do you know all this stuff?
All I'll say is that I've never had the nickname Lefty, although I've called a few people by that name.
Well then, parolee, why do you think the inmates clled him Lefty. I'm afraid to ask him.
He may submitted to something like giving up cigarettes, magazines, or food. Once they know you're weak things can get more difficult. They're are a number of Orange County Sheriffs that surf SanO who probably know much more than me.
Okay, Parolee, thanks.
It was a hot, dry and dusty walk from Four Doors to Old Man's, but well worth the trip. For I had been summoned by the man himself. I slowly approached, realizing I was about to be in the presence of greatness. His music was the sweet sound of yesteryear. I stood before the man himself, this Malibu legend and nervously answered his probing questions. I must have passed the test for he complimented my written word. I left, not knowing how long I had even been there, and walked back to Four Doors in absolute awe. Thank you for making my day Mr. Steak.
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Awww, Spin.
No way, Marty it's your spin. Give that wheel a good turn.
Did anyone ask the Big Kook how much longer he thought he could drive around in his blue van with the target painted on it before going back to the clink?
He must miss his lefty buddies.
Down here in Oz we call the thing that goes around your leg a "panic strap" and oh yes we have plenty of Big Kooks and lock ups. The next large influx of humans after the indiginous people was the convicts - the place was built up on rum, sodomy and lash - getting back here the theme of the lefty thing.
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