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barnaby jones

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

The Score is Hot

Tonight is the night, boys.

The score is hot... and I'm thirsty for wet sewage.

That trash bitch Tommy Torelli two-timed us for the last time, ya see?

His head is on my plate tonight and I'm ready to serve it up with a side of that filthy murder juice.

That sweaty bastard has been slapping our dicks around in the sludge for too long. It's time we showed him how to take a hot gutter beating like a goddamn man.

No doubt about it, that scumbag is drowning  in his own stink lotion tonight.

Gonna put it to him straight, ya see?

No one slings that ripe dirt candy on our turf but us!

He's getting it real nasty.

That's right, Tommy T's got a big dose of back alley tar poison coming straight for his piss cannon.

Don't believe me? Ask Vinny C! That garbage-eating sunofabitch got what was coming to him... A one-way ticket to the slop shop!

Wanna know how we're gonna do it? You wanna know how we're gonna pull a primo scrap job on this street rat?

You guessed it... we're calling in the Trash Man.

This crazy bastard will do anything. "The Sewer King", they call him. He lives for the trash. Can’t get enough of it. Heard he swallowed an entire family of dumpster people back in 'nam.

Tonight the Trash Man teaches Tommy T a lesson in manly garbage love.

That dirtbag is getting buried in the slime tunnel tonight and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.

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