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Bean
Still Hangin' At The Mailbox
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 Posted - February 19 2003 : 6:27:03 PM
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Hey Rich remember when we are all smoking weed up in Butches ( Doof's ) room and his mother ( Mrs Doof ) was hiding in the closet and jumped out to catch us....we were all so stoned and just started cracking up hystereically...and then there was the time you go so drunk on red wind I think it was at the creek, anyway you passed out stone cold and I was pretty far gone too and could barely walk and me and someone else either Butch or Foch treid to sneak ( carry you ) you past your Mom who was watching TV on the couch in the Living Room after midnight no less all the way up the stairs to your room and we dropped you on the stairs BOOM !!! and your mother jumped up and freaked out....what were we ever thinking?
Bean
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Bean
Still Hangin' At The Mailbox
USA
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Posted - February 19 2003 : 6:38:52 PM
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or the time we had this get together at your house and we were all stoned and drinking COLT 45 and I got so wasted that I was drinking ketchup out of the bottle from your fridge because I wanted more to drink and you all cut me off, then I was so paranoid that whenI saw this salesman in a suit in tie in fron of your house I ran out your back kitchen door yelling " The Mayor is Coming ", I thoight the Mayor was busting us !!! I think I ran through the farmers yard behind your house and kept going...
was that the same party I threw the football in your living room and broke the chandelere, and hit Vince in the Jaw with the telephone and he chased me all the way down Everette St to Franklin Rd !!!
Remember our phony phone calls....The infamous Michelle one " What are your Measurments " holy **** I can't believe how much **** that stirred up !!!
and the " you're so young and springy " ones...we were totally warped and people think The Osbournes are weird, man if they filmed us we would be laughing all the way to the bank if they didn't put us in Jail or commit us to the funnye farm first !!!
Where life is beautiful all the time. they're coming to take me away
Ha Ha He He Ho Ho...
Frankie the 14th aka Bean no time to fix the typos and spello's but you know what I mean...come on admit it !   
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richfed
Into the 60's
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Posted - February 19 2003 : 8:08:46 PM
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Originally posted by Bean
Hey Rich remember when we are all smoking weed up in Butches ( Doof's ) room and his mother ( Mrs Doof ) was hiding in the closet and jumped out to catch us....we were all so stoned and just started cracking up hystereically...
I remember all that stuff!!! 
In a book I was working on once [a novelized version of reality], I wrote this:
BACK TO The LEAVING
NEW YORK It was 1AM. Doof was restless. He just couldn’t sleep. In just a few hours he needed to get up. He had to drive. This was the day. The trip was to begin.
He thought back to a day a couple of years ago. He and Slick, maybe Skin & Foch & Dink - he couldn’t remember exactly who was there - were up there in his room. Partying. Doof’s room was a stark contrast to Slick’s. Everything was in its place. Nothing on the walls. Just nice furniture and bare, shiny paneled walls. A true suburban feel. The parties, though, were just as intense.
This day the pot smoke choked off the air. The scent of tequila & lemon wafted through the smoke. The Harmon-Karden stereo was blasting Bloodrock. A tune called Melvin Laid an Egg. Whoever was up there was in another world. Anyone could have laid an egg, and no one would have noticed. Totally stoned, not to mention drunk. They thought they were alone.
Without warning the closet door suddenly burst open. There stood Annabelle, Doof’s mother. The group sat motionless. They were too far gone to react. Doof thought,
“Holy ****!!”
He was silent though. Annabelle walked across the room. All eyes followed her. She clicked off the stereo. The sudden drop in decibel level had the effect of bringing everyone one small step back towards consciousness. They nervously exchanged glances.
“Hi, Annabelle,” Slick offered.
Annabelle went through this incredible, obligatory tirade. Something about this not going on in her house and how drugs and drink would ruin their minds.
“Is this what goes on when your father & I are not here?”
It was a purely rhetorical question. She yelled. She screamed. She ranted. She paced back & forth shaking her hands. Then she ordered pizza and soda and invited everyone downstairs to her own form of party. It was pure Annabelle.
Doof was going to miss this unique personality. He drifted off to a short slumber. The alarm went off. It was 4AM. Time to begin.
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Bean
Still Hangin' At The Mailbox
USA
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Posted - February 20 2003 : 12:07:15 AM
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Richie,
I seem to remember the part with her ordering us Pizza and soda...
eveything else is sort of hazy...gee I wonder why, weed & tequilla?
btw I think I still have the BloodRock album....
I loved the beginning of Melvin Laid and Egg...but remember the song
DOA on that same album...a great song for Marilyn Manson or Alice Cooper to remake...unless the rumors are true that they are one and the same...talk about ripping off an image right down to the name...
FranK the Bean...I'm Eighteen and I don't know what I want or I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me.
This is the best part of the trip, the part I really like...
We can whip the horses tail and make them sleep and cry...the Soft Parade has now begun.
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It could only happen to us Richie, Butch, Foch, Me
