RIP: East Coast/Rip City Hustle

[Suu]

I am pretty sure I drove through Picacho.

Nigel by the time you got done done, Picacho is lucky that people can't fly a jet through him.

They definitely can now.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I am pretty sure I drove through Picacho.

Nigel by the time you got done done, Picacho is lucky that people can't fly a jet through him.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I am pretty sure I drove through Picacho.

Yes, you did.  Twice.

Picacho Peak is that stand alone mountain about 1/3 of the way to Phoenix from here.  Driving North, it's on your left.  On your right is a sqaulid little town made up of burned out trailers and huts made out of coyote-poop bricks, with garbage, dead animals, and the occasional burned out car littering the streets.

That's Picacho.  People used to live there.  Something still does.

Oh wow.

Mr. Language told me about one time in the Boy Scouts, he got in trouble for wandering off alone there.

[Suu]

I don't think ECH has even seen this yet.

[East Coast Hustle]

I have now.

Bravo!

Of course, there will be terrible retribution.

[Suu]

Oh, I eagerly await your counterattack. 

[Suu]

What about the reports of these same lobsters carrying off guido children from Scarborough?

Or the rumors of a massive lobster that wanders South Cunty in the mist, a shatter figure with 4 peg-legs dressed in kelp riding it like a mutant arthropod steed, with Old Greg's head on a pike?

It's their own fault for going to Scarborough. Wheeler is obviously the superior state beach in Narragansett.

As for the giant lobster, that's just my sister's former pet, Gordon. He's been a little lost since she left to go back to Florida in 07.