11th Shoe of Baileys - Phone

[shoeofbaileys]

Old Gregg don't like this shit, with all these suit men. No sir. We oughta tell someone we ain't gonna put up with this. Old Gregg gettin' fed up with this town: if it ain't bad music, it's a bunch of crazy lookin' motherlickers paradin' in the street

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[human_pretender]

Where will we march to, Mister Gregg?

[shoeofbaileys]

We gonna march our asses on to city hall, yes ma'am.

[human_pretender]

I see. Then we will wait until the hunters with flamethrowers are gone. They have passed my house, but I do not think they have left my street.

It will be safer to wait.

[shoeofbaileys]

Well this shit better not take too long cause Old Gregg got a lot he need to say.

[doc_furcoat]

If they're burnin' houses down now I'm pretty sure they'd jus' burn yer damn letters an' all a ya when ya march.

[shoeofbaileys]

They ain't gonna be burnin' nothin' when Old Gregg rips their faces off.

[doc_furcoat]

Heard there ain't nothin' in em but gas, so guess there ain't any face t'rip off, buddy.

[shoeofbaileys]

Then Old Gregg just push 'em down. can't be too heavy, they just gas.

[a_crazygirl]

Dude, they have flamethrowers now.

[shoeofbaileys]

Flamethrowers?

[a_crazygirl]

Uh, yeah? They're like guns that shoot fire?

[shoeofbaileys]

That's dumb. You makin' that shit up.