Brad Carter

I run this town.

10 thoughts on “This Is A Prank Call Goodbye

  • December 21, 2016 at 9:19 pm
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    Haha, I’ve been listening to you too much. As soon as the one lady asked “what’s you’re last name?” I said out loud in perfect unison with you “Baround?” I love it. I wanna join with Jim and step on piss clams.

  • December 21, 2016 at 10:49 pm
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    RBCP, I got something to share with you, you ever herd the old saying “leaves of three let them be”? It’s just bad luck to mess with someone like you. You odd as well as the saying, it’s a odd number and your odd too, and anything odd is truly bad luck like you. Why don’t you go to Walmart and buy a skirt and the get a job at Windy’s OK? (You haven’t been on the phone yet with some big guy that thinks you cute so he might find you at Windy’s OK!)

  • December 22, 2016 at 5:44 am
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    Brad I hope your doing good stay positive even with the crappie your dealing with.

  • December 22, 2016 at 8:19 am
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    ~32:20
    “Don’t tug on superman’s cape”. Or something.

    Call people and tell that since Donald is taking their number they have to pledge allegiance to him.

  • December 22, 2016 at 4:45 pm
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    “Don’t tug on superman’s cape” is a song by Jim Croce called You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

    Uptown got it’s hustlers
    The bowery got it’s bums
    42nd street got big Jim walker
    He’s a pool shootin’ son of a gun
    Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
    But he stronger than a country hoss
    And when the bad folks all get together at night
    You know they all call big Jim boss, just because
    And they say

    You don’t tug on superman’s cape
    You don’t spit into the wind
    You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger
    And you don’t mess around with Jim

    Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
    He say I’m lookin’ for a man named Jim
    I am a pool shootin’ boy
    My name Willie McCoy
    But down home they call me slim
    Yeah I’m lookin’ for the king of 42nd street
    He drivin’ a drop top cadillac
    Last week he took all my money
    And it may sound funny
    But I come to get my money back
    And everybody say Jack don’t you know

    And you don’t tug on superman’s cape
    You don’t spit into the wind
    You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger
    And you don’t mess around with Jim

    Well a hush fell over the pool room
    Jimmy come boppin’ in off the street
    And when the cuttin’ were done
    The only part that wasn’t bloody
    Was the soles of the big man’s feet
    Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
    And he were shot in a couple more
    And you better believe
    They sung a different kind of story
    When big Jim hit the floor now they say

    You don’t tug on superman’s cape
    You don’t spit into the wind
    You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger
    And you don’t mess around with slim

    Yeah, big Jim got his hat
    Find out where it’s at
    And it’s not hustlin’ people strange to you
    Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue

    Yeah you don’t tug on superman’s cape
    You don’t spit into the wind
    You don’t pull the mask off the old lone ranger
    And you don’t mess around with slim

    Love you Brad! Cactus? Cactus!

  • December 22, 2016 at 4:46 pm
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    Feh, lyric from a song..I blame Chad for that mix up.

  • December 23, 2016 at 11:38 am
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    If Youtube allows it, can you play “Stop Smoking Crack” sometime, please?

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