The Packers was having a big rumble with the gang next door. The Motorcycle Boy--he was president--said, "Okay, let's get it straight what we're fighting for."
And everybody was all set to kill or be killed, raring to go, and some cat-- I forget his name, he's in prison now-- said, "We're fighting to own this street."
And the Motorcycle Boy said, "Bull. We're fighting for fun."
so good. youre a genius for posting this.
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