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No dice, Carroll said. But he offered an autographed picture. "May the magic of Oz always be with you," he wrote. "Follow the Yellow Brick Road."
Riptide passes those sentiments along to the Marlins. — Michael MooneyChickens, We're on to You
All right. You know what this is. The oldest scam in the Miami books. A band of chickens rolls into town (down from Arkansas or up from Key West) loaded on cocaine. They're driving by this little house, listening to their loud music, smoking their reefers.
And some poor bastard comes out and asks them to keep it down. So they kill him. They fucking kill him and eat him. They move right in and start getting his mail. Before long, they've assumed his identity and taken over his house.
After the neighbors get used to having them around and suspicion dies down, they sell and move on to the next town.
Luckily the housing bubble has burst. And I've figured out their lil' scheme. Don't worry. I've tipped off the feds and local cops. These chickens are gonna swing for this. — Calvin Godfrey