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moleman · Joined: 13 May 2008 Posts: 275 Location: The Garden Theater

I wish I had a mom like Matts. My mom traded me for a fifth of Gilbys and 3 Mary Marvel comic books back in 1964. I heard she now works downtown giving dumpster jobs for small ammounts of cash and french fries. I believe Tony is a regular customer.

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Sir Richard Pumpaloaf · Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 2:20 am Post subject: Dumpsters

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/090424/koddities/brite_dumpster_sex
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old bob · Joined: 29 Apr 2009 Posts: 7 Location: Virginia

Maybe your mom should spend some time here.

Poe Man Poe · Joined: 03 Dec 2007 Posts: 368 Location: Pittsburgh, Pa.

I leaned into the door jamb of "The Wing-Tip Cafe" to escape the rain (and a guy who was chasing me because I lifted his wallet). Behind the bar was a middle-aged woman with a #2 pencil stuck behind her ear. She was pouring draft beers and finishing the Jumble in the Valley Independent from the previous day. I ordered up a Genesee and a black sambuca, on. After four or fourteen rounds like this, I finally harnessed the courage to inquire as to her name. "Whatta ya, writin' a book?" was her response. "Leave 'at chapter auht!".

"Yes ma'am...sorry."

"Get out, and your fly's open. Nobody calls me ma'am except my grandson, Matt, ya fu*k!"

Matt's gran? I dunno. I've been thrown out of worse places. And there wasn't even anyone wearing wing-tips in there.
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Matt · Joined: 28 Apr 2008 Posts: 50

Sounds like her.

Did she have a nervous tick and continually brag about her bleached asshole?
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moleman · Joined: 13 May 2008 Posts: 275 Location: The Garden Theater

I took my normal seat in the corner booth at the Pom-Aid Inn. I ordered a Beanie Copter and a bottle of Tor lite and told the waitress to keep em coming. I was sucking them down like there was no tomorrow which there probably isn't, when the pay phone rang. No one moved. I stumbled towards it accidently on purpose grabbing onto to Sally, the night bartender. She shoved me and I picked up the receiver. I heard a tv on in the background. Golden Girls. The voice on the other end said "Matt. Come home now. Stuffed Pepper night." and hung up.
Maxwell?
Matt's mom?
Tiny?

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