Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Angie: A Terrible Rolling Stones Song

It is good that they favor my gray dish here in Helmut 

My theory here is if I gave Angie $750, she would talk to me. Then, the letter to movie producers I would rather see in a coffin than a meeting room would go out—probably after I robbed the AM-PM Mini Mart store like everyone else in Hemet and got more money. You really need to spend some time in these California towns where if the cop pickup truck almost hits you, that means the like you. I could not help but notice the many robber photos on the wall on my first visit for cigarettes I should not smoke. When pulling your hair out over the “landlady” and her neighbor is not a good time to quit.

No comments:

Post a Comment