Whew, sorry that space ride from Chicago took so long.
Man when you're in a space ship, time really flies by.
A bit back and forth then swirls. Almost like a LSD shroom trip mix while eating Marshmallow Fruity Pepples with sugar on top . You see all types of colors then next thing you know you are at your destination.
But enough about my travel accomodations. So last time we did this I thought I crashed landed somewhere in China.
I was almost pissing my pants thinking the CCP was going to turn my black ass into Soul Food Chop Suey when the sweet aromatherapy of America hit my nose.
Well, I wouldn't say so sweet, it was more like a burning sensation mixed with stench of piss. When I checked the crash remains to see if Pissy Pants had stowed away on the ship I noticed the stars were on the ground and not the sky.
After thinking to myself where could this interesting combination of star location and stench could be ......
Only one place came to mind.
WELCOME TO LA BABY!!
It seems that I had arrived at my intended destination. If I could finally find mom, I could finally go home and end all these crazy shenanigans and hijinks from this trip.
Yes I made a quick stop at a whore colony in the Trappist System but please dont judge me. She's left me hanging at plenty of a rest stop so I was only returning the favor.
Plus she's got that little issue of the Russia/Slavic Mob looking for her. Knowing her, all they need to do is camp out on Rodeo Drive while she charges up enough scam debt to rival the National one.
Mom being the entrepreneur independent strong woman she is..... needed accomplishes.... to pull of her latest business endeavors and to possibly take the fall.
I figured she would probably recruit some down on their luck regular joes to help her accomplish her plans.
LA seemed like it was full of regular joes......
..... and only one place came in mind when it came to Down and Out regular joes with a bad luck streak......
So it was off to the gleeful shanty towns of LA to see if we could find Mom before the Russian Mob.
Lucky me I had a contact who was a relative of Pissy Pants who is an ex martial artists with worse problems than Pissy.
But no woreies, that just means hell be cheap and the help will be plentiful. Gotta save some money, Trappist whores are fun but expensive. So on to the shanties of LA we go....

Man when you're in a space ship, time really flies by.
A bit back and forth then swirls. Almost like a LSD shroom trip mix while eating Marshmallow Fruity Pepples with sugar on top . You see all types of colors then next thing you know you are at your destination.
But enough about my travel accomodations. So last time we did this I thought I crashed landed somewhere in China.
I was almost pissing my pants thinking the CCP was going to turn my black ass into Soul Food Chop Suey when the sweet aromatherapy of America hit my nose.
Well, I wouldn't say so sweet, it was more like a burning sensation mixed with stench of piss. When I checked the crash remains to see if Pissy Pants had stowed away on the ship I noticed the stars were on the ground and not the sky.
After thinking to myself where could this interesting combination of star location and stench could be ......
Only one place came to mind.
WELCOME TO LA BABY!!

It seems that I had arrived at my intended destination. If I could finally find mom, I could finally go home and end all these crazy shenanigans and hijinks from this trip.
Yes I made a quick stop at a whore colony in the Trappist System but please dont judge me. She's left me hanging at plenty of a rest stop so I was only returning the favor.
Plus she's got that little issue of the Russia/Slavic Mob looking for her. Knowing her, all they need to do is camp out on Rodeo Drive while she charges up enough scam debt to rival the National one.
Mom being the entrepreneur independent strong woman she is..... needed accomplishes.... to pull of her latest business endeavors and to possibly take the fall.
I figured she would probably recruit some down on their luck regular joes to help her accomplish her plans.
LA seemed like it was full of regular joes......

..... and only one place came in mind when it came to Down and Out regular joes with a bad luck streak......
So it was off to the gleeful shanty towns of LA to see if we could find Mom before the Russian Mob.
Lucky me I had a contact who was a relative of Pissy Pants who is an ex martial artists with worse problems than Pissy.
But no woreies, that just means hell be cheap and the help will be plentiful. Gotta save some money, Trappist whores are fun but expensive. So on to the shanties of LA we go....
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