man, there is the perfect abandoned alley-way with a dreary dumspter where uppity folks get rid of their dogs tucked away in my miserable & forlorn
town down here in Oklahoma(just look for the drunk indian cutting himself). but goddamn friend, the water around here taste like turpintine and i only have a quater-barrel of worm infested flour. i'll bet you a pig & a block of salt that even if i could make enough you and your lady friend wouldn't much like my dough. guaranteed
now the only club owner i know is Jebediah "one fang
" Nooley. he uses that old club to kill squirrels and other little critters. i guess you could call his shanty an establishment. i think us four could fit in there just fine if we moved out the washin' tub and dynamite. nah, fuck it, its no place for a pretty gal like Rachel Brooke.
its a shame because lord knows we sure do like us some of them sad ol' songs down in Oklahoma....now where did that bucket go