Snakes on my brain
Hey, local NY people...If I don't already have your phone number, howsabout you send it to me, mmmkay?
Thing is, we're going to see what is sure to be the best movie ever tonight, and we're bringing a couple of bottles of booze, as well as some rubber snakes to throw into the crowd at critical moments. Thus, the need for bail money is a very real possibility.
Come on, who's gonna be my one phone call? You know you want to.
Thing is, we're going to see what is sure to be the best movie ever tonight, and we're bringing a couple of bottles of booze, as well as some rubber snakes to throw into the crowd at critical moments. Thus, the need for bail money is a very real possibility.
Come on, who's gonna be my one phone call? You know you want to.
"Yeah, hello? My name is Sam Jackson. I'd like to report some muthafuckin' snakes on this muthafuckin' plane! No, I will NOT hold, muthafucka!"
posted by Helen the Felon at 2:38 PM
8 Comments:
Hey, I thought you were going to invite us to see the movie! Now I'm offended. No bail for you. You can let Large Marge the Guard in Charge take care of you in holding, just for that.
You have all the fun!!!
**Sigh**
So close, yet so far.
Love the flinging fake snakes idea to bits.
May attempt that. I do forsee that I may also get arrested or beaten severely by cinema-goers.
WOW
What? No blogging from the pokey?
how was it how was it how was it??!?
It was mutha' fuckin' awful...
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