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[21 Jun 2023|09:39pm] |
This was inspired by an old friend of mine named Larry Beezer. I was staying at the Tropicana Hotel, and I uh. I got a knock on the door very late, I don't think I got any new towels for the nine years I was there. But I never asked, I never wanted to upset anybody. This is about ah, what was it about again? It was about a car, it was about the car. Alright Beezer, Beezer came over at about two am, he said I'm on a date and she's only 17 and I have to get her back to Pasadena, and all I've got left on the car is reverse. And I said, how can I help? He said I need gas money, so he sold me a couple of jokes. He said you, you can have these jokes, you don't even have to tell folks that they're mine cause you paid for them Christ's sake. And I said, that sounds like a good deal to me. Anyway he drove home in reverse on the Pasadena freeway, in the slow lane. But uh, I think they should give awards for that type of thing. But, anyway. It was a '55, what was it..?
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