

Tony Rivera was not a man widely known for a sense of humor. Those rare times he tried telling a joke all he got were blank expressions from the listeners. And maybe a polite try at a chuckle when he said "it's a joke, damnit!" At first he was about to blow when Elvis started to laugh. Then he caught on that Elvis was actually laughing at something he said. Him. Tony Rivera. OK. So it wasn't intentional. Kind of an accidental joke. But still a joke that didn't fall flatter than the Bonneville Salt Flats or the front tires on his pickup after he drove over a 2x4 festooned with protruding three inch nails that fell off a lawn service truck in front of him when he was pulling into the local Burger King's take out lane. He got a self satisfied smile on his face and nodded affirmatively at his funny. By, God. He'd said something funny. A wide grin took over his face and looked like it wasn't about to leave any time soon. But, as Elvis' granny Rattler Sue often said, 'all good things got to come to an end.' Though she was using the phrase specifically to describe the end of one terrific run off her best moonshine still, a reliable old homemade antique passed down from her own grandfather, Mobius Mahoney, who because of his cantankerous and obstreperous ways, no doubt assisted by his constant sipping on a jar of his home made white lightning and his huge size and pale complexion, was known locally as Moby Prick.

"Laugh it up, assholes," Mr. Fleshmound snarled. "You won't be laughing when I take you to court." Then the thought hit Tony with the force of a winter gale slapping the hell out of the California shoreline. The smug grin on Tony's face slowly faded like the twilight after the sun plunged behind the mountains on its solar way to export its rays to, where else, China.

What if this guy actually doesn't have any heroin?

That thought thundered into Tony's brain like a clumsy and possibly inebriated water buffalo, ricocheting inside his cognitive skull until the sides of his head hurt. This could be bad. More than bad. No heroin? And all this on video? With Tony holding the guy up like a flapping floundering flounder for all
Tony Rivera was not a man widely known for a sense of liquid body substance. Those rare prison term he tried telling a joke all he become were blank expressions from the listeners. And possibly a polite try at a chuckle when he say " it's a joke, damnit! " At first he was about to fellate when Elvis started to laugh. Then he caught on that Elvis was actually laugh at something he said. Him. Tony Rivera. OK. So it wasn't intentional. Kind of an accidental joke. But still a joke that didn't fall bland than the Bonneville Salt Flats or the front tires on his pickup after he drove over a 2x4 festoon with protruding three inch nail that fell off a lawn military service truck in front of him when he was pulling into the local Burger King's take out lane. He got a self quenched smile on his face and nodded affirmatively at his funny. By, God. He'd said something funny. A wide smile drive over his face and looked like it wasn't about to leave any time soon. But, as Elvis' granny Rattler Sue often said,' all good thing got to come to an conclusion.' Though she was use the phrase specifically to describe the end of one fantastic run off her good moonshine still, a dependable old homemade antique passed down from her own grandfather, Mobius Mahoney, who because of his cantankerous and obstreperous ways, no doubt assisted by his ceaseless sipping on a jar of his home made white lightning and his huge size and pale complexion, was know locally as Moby Prick. 

 " Laugh it up, asshole, " Mr. Fleshmound snarled. " You won't be laughing when I take you to court. " Then the thought reach Tony with the force of a winter gale slapping the hell out of the California shoreline. The smug smile on Tony's face lento faded like the twilight after the sun plunged behind the mountains on its solar way to export its ray to, where else, China. 

 What if this guy actually doesn't have any heroin? 

 That thought thunder into Tony's brain like a gawky and possibly inebriated body of water buffalo, bounce inside his cognitive skull until the sides of his head hurt. This could be regretful. More than bad. No heroin? And all this on video? With Tony holding the guy up like a flapping floundering flounder for all


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Whet if yhif guy actually doesn't have any heroin?

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Tony Rivera was not a man widelY known for a Sense Of hUmoR. THose Rare Times he tried teLLing A joke all he got were blank ExpreSsIOns fROm The liSteners. aNd MAYbe A pOlIte TrY At A chucKle When he sAid "it's a jokE, daMnIt!" At first he wAS aBout to blow WheN Elvis starteD to Laugh. THeN he CAught On tHat ElVis was ACtuallY laughing At SOmethiNG he said. hIM. TOny RIvera. OK. So it wasn't iNTeNTional. Kind of an AccideNtAL jOKE. BuT stIll a joke thAt Didn't FAll flatTEr THAN thE bonneville SalT Flats or the FRonT tires On His PIckup aFter hE dROve Over a 2x4 festoOned With protrUding tHRee inch NAils thaT fell oFf a LawN serVIcE tRucK iN FroNT oF hiM WheN he was puLlInG into The lOCAL burgEr KIng's Take oUt lane. He got a sElf SatiSFieD smilE on hiS facE aNd nodDed affIrmatIvEly at his funny. By, god. HE'd said somEthInG fuNnY. A widE Grin toOk oVer His face And lookED liKe IT WAsN't about to leave any tImE SOoN. But, as ElVis' graNNy raTTler Sue oFtEn sAid, 'aLL Good tHingS GoT to come tO an end.' tHoUgH she was UsIng the PhRasE spEcifiCAlly To descRibe the eNd of oNE terrific run ofF Her best moonshINe STIlL, A relIabLe old homemaDe anTIque PassED dOwn FRom heR own gRaNDfATher, Mobius Mahoney, whO bEcause Of his Cantankerous aNd obstrepeROUS ways, no dOubt ASsISted by his constAnt siPping on a jaR Of his homE made White ligHtning and HIS huge sizE anD paLe cOmpLEXiOn, was known locALLy as moBy Prick.

"lauGh it up, aSshOleS," Mr. fleShMound snarLed. "You woN't Be LaUgHinG when i Take you tO cOurT." THen The thOUght hiT Tony With ThE fORce Of a wintER gALE slaPpInG the HelL oUt of tHe CaLIfoRnia shoReline. The SmuG Grin On toNy's face Slowly faded liKe The twilighT aFteR the suN PLunged beHind the mountains on its soLAr way to ExpOrt itS rayS to, where eLse, china.

WHat IF this gUy actuAlly dOeSn't HAVe any HERoIn?

THaT thought thUNDerEd intO TOny's Brain liKe a clumsy and possibLY inEbriated water BufFalo, RICoCheTInG InsIdE His COGnitive skull untIl the sides Of HIs Head hurt. ThIS coUlD be bad. MOre than Bad. No HEroin? AnD all this oN video? WitH TOny hOLDinG the guy up lIke a flapPing flounDEring FLoUnder For All


Tony Rivera was not a ma n widely k nownfor  ase nseof h umor. Those ra r e ti mes he tried telling a  joke  a l l he go t wer e blank ex p r ess io ns  fr om th e lis ten ers. An d maybe apol it e try at a c h uc kle when h e s aid "it's ajok e, dam ni t!" At fi rst  he w as abo u t to b low whenEl v is sta r ted tol a ug h. T hen he caught ont ha t  Elvis was act uallyla u gh i n g a t s omething h esaid. Him. To n yR i v era .  OK. So it wa sn't intent i ona l. Kin dofa n acci denta lj oke . But still  a j oke thatdidn't fall fl a tter th an the  Bo nne vill e  S al t F la t s o r  t hef ron t tireson  h is pi ckup a f t er h e d rove  over  a 2x4 festoo ned  wit h  pr otrud ing t hree  i nch n ails t hat f el l off a lawn se rvic e truck i n f ro ntof  himw hen he  wa s p ullinginto th e  lo ca l B ur ger King's take ou tl a ne . He got  a sel f  s at i sfied sm il e o n hi s faceandn od ded affi rmativ e ly  a t his f un ny. By ,God . H e'd s a id s omethi ng funny . A w i de grin took o v er his face a n dl o ok e d li keit wasn't a bout to l eave an y t i me so on. B ut ,  a s  Elvis' granny Ratt le r Sueoften  said, 'all g ood things g o t to com e to an end.' Though s he wa s using th e  phrasespeci ficallyto descri b e  the end  of  on e t err i f ic  run off herb e st m oo nshinesti ll, a r eli abl e o ldho memade an tique pa ss ed  d ow n f rom h e r own gr an dfa th er,  Mobi u s Maho ney,whobe ca u seof hisc an t a nker ou sandobs tr epero us w a ys,  no dou bt assist edb y hi sco nstantsipping on aja r of his h om e m ade wh i t e lightn ing and his huge size a n d palecom plexi on,was known  lo callyasM oby Pr ick.
"Laug hitu p , ass h o le s,"  M r. Fleshmo u n d s narle d.  "Yo u won't  be laughing whenI  ta ke you to cou rt. " Th e n  t het ho u ght  h i t T o n y with the forc e of a win te r  g ale slappi n g t he  hell o ut of t he Ca l ifornia  shorelin e. The sm ug  gri n onTony's fac e slowly  faded li k e the tw iligh t a fter t he  su n plu nged b e hin d the  mount ai ns onits s ol ar way t o export its rays to, w here e lse,Chi na.

What  if thi s guy act uall y doesn'thav e a ny he roi n ?

Th at t h ou ght thund ered into Tony ' sbra i n  l ike a clums y a ndpossi bly inebri ated  water buffalo, r i cocheting insi de h i s  co gni t ivesk ull until thesid es o f his he ad  hurt. This  could b eb ad. M ore th an bad . No he r o in ?  And a ll t his  on video ? W it h  Tony h ol di n g theguyup  likea flap p ingf l oundering flound er fo r all


Tony Rivera_was not_a man widely known_for a_sense_of humor._Those_rare times he_tried telling a_joke all he got_were blank expressions_from_the listeners. And maybe a polite try at a chuckle when he said "it's_a_joke, damnit!"_At_first_he was about to blow_when Elvis started to laugh._Then he_caught on that Elvis was actually laughing at_something_he said. Him._Tony Rivera. OK. So it wasn't intentional. Kind of_an accidental joke. But still a_joke that didn't_fall_flatter_than the Bonneville Salt_Flats or the front tires on_his pickup after he drove over_a 2x4 festooned with protruding three inch_nails that fell off a lawn_service truck in front of_him when_he was pulling into the_local Burger King's_take out_lane. He got_a self satisfied smile on his_face and nodded_affirmatively at his funny. By, God._He'd_said something funny._A_wide_grin took_over his face_and_looked like_it_wasn't about to leave any time_soon._But, as Elvis' granny Rattler Sue often_said, 'all good things_got_to come to an_end.' Though she was using_the phrase specifically to describe the_end of_one terrific_run off her best moonshine still, a reliable old homemade antique_passed down from her own grandfather,_Mobius Mahoney, who because_of his_cantankerous_and obstreperous ways,_no_doubt assisted_by his constant sipping on a jar_of his_home made white lightning and his_huge size and pale_complexion,_was known locally as Moby Prick.

"Laugh_it up, assholes," Mr. Fleshmound snarled._"You won't be laughing when_I_take_you to court." Then the_thought hit Tony with the force_of a winter_gale slapping the hell out of the_California_shoreline. The smug grin on Tony's_face_slowly faded like the twilight after_the_sun_plunged behind the mountains on_its solar way to export its_rays to, where else, China.

What if this guy actually_doesn't have any_heroin?

That thought thundered into Tony's_brain_like_a clumsy and possibly inebriated water buffalo, ricocheting inside his_cognitive skull_until the sides_of his head hurt. This could be bad. More than_bad. No heroin? And all this on_video? With Tony holding the guy up like a flapping floundering_flounder for all