Mikhail Mohawkavitch
FADDA KEN IS ASKING MIKEY MOHAWK!! WHEN I ARRIVE IN MY POPEMOBILE DEFINITELY A RIDE TO THE OLE NEIGHBORHOOD! JUST A QUICK TOUR, GOTTA SEE 7 AN VAN DYKE AREA FOR A QUICK LOOK!! MY BLESSINGS AND WE MUST VIDEO THE TOUR, GOTTA SEE ROBINWOOD PARK, LIPKE PARK AND OUR LADY QUEEN OF HEAVEN CHURCH AND MY OLD HOUSE ON 8212 QUINN! WON'T TAKE BUT AN HOUR, BEER IS ON ME! IF THATS OK WITH YOU, LET ME KNOW, THE GOOD REVEREND WOULD APPRECIATE IT, MY REGARDS AND SHIT IN YOUR HAT AND WEAR IT, RESPECTFULLY OF COURSE
FADDA KEN
DO S'VADANYA
TO MIKHAIL AND TOMAVITCH MOHAWKAVITCH
NOSDRAVYA!
POLKA ON!! GOT IT? GET IT!
posted by Fadda Ken at 8/26/2006 12:52:00 AM
2 Comments:
My Dear Mikey Moe...as I have mentioned elsewhere, I am willing to travel South of 8 Mile in the company of the Great Doctor Hormone.
You see, we have a protection system in place.
Last time we went by the Grande Ballroom, the astute Doctor forget to get gasoline for his Caddy, while we were still in the suburbs, so we had to get some down the street (toward the epicenter of New Fallujah) on Grand River.
When the good Doctor and I pulled into the filling station (as White Mud member Gomer Pyle would call it), there were many unsavoury characters and malfeasants hanging out there.
Here are the details of our great plan:
1. Doctor Hormone, loaded with Benjamin's and credit cards, walks into the store/filling station office and demands gas from the nice Middle Eastern fella behind the counter.
2. Next: he gives them a stolen credit card for payment
3. In the meantime: Sir Martin stands watch from the Caddy, with the doors locked and ready to drive from the passenger seat.
4. When Doctor Hormone comes out of the filling station office and starts pumping the gas, he decides to strike up a conversation with a large breasted, black woman in the car next to us. He is having such a fine time laying a line on the babe in the car, that he doesn't see the boyfriend and his posse coming from behind him.
5. I, Sir Martin, of White Mud, wave furiously at the Doctor from withing the car. When he doesn't look my way, I start the car, put it in gear and start to tension the gas pump hose to get his attention.
6. Previously when the good Doctor had used the stolen credit card for prepayment, he had set in place a diversionary action. Just as the girl's boyfriend (and his posse) came up and said "Wazup Honky" to the Doctor, the Middle Eastern fella came running out, on cue, and started screaming about calling the police.
7. Doc Hormone, alerted to the impending danger by the added tension on the pump hose, motioned for me to unlock the Caddy doors, step on the brake and let him in the car.
8. End of plan: We drive away from the filling station, dangling the gas hose with a Mad Middle Easterner and one large Black male (and his posse) chasing behind us to prevent the Detroit Police Cruisers from catching us as we head to the summit at Louis' Pizza (I wonder who told us to go to a restaurant that was closed)
So, as you can see, the Doctor and I can help you guys on your visit to the old hood.
Sir Martin of White Mud
I actually love driving around Detroit, and am usually armed so there's an added layer of protection if needed, though if needed it probably ain't going to be quite good enough.
Maybe we should organize a Mud Trip, like that Crow's Nest raid on Romeo.
Your true,
Chief
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