Poppin’ Bitches on the PCH Or How I Met the Brutha from Another Planet
The other night whilst driving through the canyon I passed Jimmie Hendrix with his guitar thumbing a ride by the ocean. So I popped a bitch (Californian for making a U-turn) on the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) and turned around to pick him up. Now there are those of the conviction that you do not under any circumstances pick up hitchhikers, and I myself would never endorse anyone else to dare do such a risky maneuver, for the most part these folks are in the right. For the most part. But what kinda person would I be if I left a brother with a guitar stranded on the side of road? After all that clearly clashes with everything I believe in. I pulled over to the side of the road and he jumped in and said “Thanks man. The buses stopped running” To which I replied "There are buses in LA?" I was going as far as Venice and asked him where he’d like to be dropped off, to which he replied “Hooters.” “Hooters, Jimmie?” I asked dumbfounded (Sidenote: I answer everything with a question espcially when dealing with strangers as I believe it creates the illusion of appearing smarter then I truly am and even if it doesn't it takes them off guard long enough to buy me some time to allow me to think of my next move.) “Yeah, that be great.” he said. Who am I to argue with such a guitar god. So I took him to Hooters in Santa Monica and let him off and he asked if I would like to come in and share a pitcher and some hot wings. I politely declined as I had a BBQ in Venice to get too, I said my fare-thee-wells and continued on my way.
There’s some strange going-ons up in this mutherfucker. I am now of the belief David Lynch movies are documentaries about Los Angeles.
Great Quotes from California Weirdos
“Who gives you the authority to give me a blowjob?”
I think we all know the answer to this one, sir... God. God gives me the authority to suck your crusty homeless cock. So whip it out and let's get this over with I got a date with the Olsen twins in an hour and they can smell bum cum on a man's lips from a mile away.
There’s some strange going-ons up in this mutherfucker. I am now of the belief David Lynch movies are documentaries about Los Angeles.
Great Quotes from California Weirdos
“Who gives you the authority to give me a blowjob?”
I think we all know the answer to this one, sir... God. God gives me the authority to suck your crusty homeless cock. So whip it out and let's get this over with I got a date with the Olsen twins in an hour and they can smell bum cum on a man's lips from a mile away.