Here come the big...Black Mariah
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Yes, back to somewhat normal again. Ever look at how soggy a LJS box is after eating the stuff? Pure nastiness!! Maybe there's something that resembles seafood after you get thru the breading...
By Anonymous, at 5:30 AM
Did you mean Maria? or Moria?
By Anonymous, at 8:12 AM
...here comes the big black Ford.
By Skokie Shakes, at 6:56 AM
anon: If you've eaten thru the breading, it's already too late to save you
anon. There's Antonio Mora, and the Black Maria...combine the two and you have Art Norman
Shakes: Got a wooden coat...this boy's never coming home.
By Joe, at 7:12 AM
Is your message to shakes or to me?
By Anonymous, at 7:49 AM
anon: part of being anonymous is I don't know who you are. Shakes was referring to the song Big Black Mariah. I was quoting a lyric.
Big Black Mariah:
Well cutting through the cane break, rattling the sill
Thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill
Big light on the back street, hill to ever more
Packing down the ladder with the hammer to the floor
Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah, I seen the big black Ford
Well he's all boxed up on a red belle dame
Hunted Black Johnny with a blind man's cane
A yellow bullet with a rag out in the wind
An old blind tiger, got an old bell Jim
Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the big black Ford
Sent to the skies on a Benny Jag Blue
Off to bed without his supper like a Linda brides do
He got to do the story with the old widow Jones
Got a wooden coat, this boy is never coming home
Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah, I seen that big black Ford
Cut through the canebrake, oh yeah
Well he's all boxed up on a red belle dame
Flat Blue Johnny with a blind man's cane
A hundred yellow bullets shook a rag out in the wind
An old blind tiger, on a bell you win
Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the Big Black Mariah
Here come the Big Black Mariah, here come the big black Ford
By Joe, at 8:17 AM
Maria, Moria, Mariah, Mora....let's call the whole thing off.
By Anonymous, at 10:32 AM
You were on a roll posting chapters.....now you're slackin'. We're waaaaaiiiiitttiinnnnngggg.
By Anonymous, at 1:15 PM
I was driving in a thunderstorm at three in the morning a couple of days ago. A huge flash of lightning filled the sky and illuminated the big,black,Crown Vic right beside me. It looked exactly like the one in the picture. It scared me. There was a little bit o pee.
By Joe, at 3:57 PM
A wee bit o'pee.....just in time for St. Patty's Day!! (at least it wasn't another shart)
By Anonymous, at 12:09 AM
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