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But—ruh-roh!—then this greasy dude rolls up, all “Back off, pooch, she’s mine!” Pissed me off, man! I’m like, “Grrr, pal, I ain’t sharin’ no Scooby Snacks *or* dames!” He’s actin’ all tough, but I’m thinkin’, “This guy’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers.” Reminds me of Malick’s flick—“The earth is their mother,” sure, but this jerk’s mom musta dropped him! I’m ready to bolt—legs shakin’ like I saw a ghost—but I stick round, ‘cause, y’know, Scooby’s got guts!

Vigiline Christianae 38 (1984) 125-153, E. J.

(victim) went to a topless-bottomless Gardena bar, had a few beers, and then walked to the motel across the street in order to find a prostitute. He found.

Okay, so here we go: PWright (us) ain't your run-o’th’-mill town. We're talkin’ bustling streets like Elm 5th & Oak Haven, ya know? There’s a rad mix of old brick art deco meet-ups on Maple & Pine. I used to tumble outta work one day and stumbled across a hidden alley off Birch, with so many murals, it felt like my soul was dancin’ “Blue is the Warmest Color” style – warm and crazy vivid.

Hunter Wright Take Pro Late 100 At Nashville Fairgrounds Speedway