jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches neal hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in stiches braggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska and when she came she honked the horn and neal just barely missed a truck and then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to californy see a red head in a uniform will always get you horny with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat she drove like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a flat and jack was almost at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellin out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a lincoln full of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches prit near almost ran off the road well the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress then she lit the map on fire neal just had to guess should we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin station open the nurse was dumpin out her purse lookin for an envelope and jack was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow line the gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
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