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What’s
in the bag?
Well…sometimes,
its drugs…oh
hell…a lot of
times its
drugs.
It’s Columbian
Gold, its Mexicali
madness, its bitter
root, it’s a
mysterious white
powder that turns
out to be not that
mysterious at
all.
It’s a cure
for what ails
you.
Yea…right.
What’s in the
bag?
It’s a
bandana; it’s
a scarf, a pair of
well-worn
boots.
It’s a pair of
faded Levis and
perhaps a pair of
gloves that are used
to do the work no
one else will
do.
What’s in the
bag?
It’s a
disguise, keys to a
getaway car, a fake
passport, plane
ticket to a place
very far away.
Welcome to the
Witness Protection
Plan.
What’s in the
bag?
It’s a severed
head, a detached
hand with a pinky
ring.
Sometimes a sobering
message has to be
delivered.
What’s in the
bag? Well,
it’s a bag of
tricks.
It’s hocus
pocus alakazam, a
deck of cards
without a winnings
hand, a bit of flim,
a bit of flam.
And as they
say…you’ll
be holding the bag.
What’s in the
bag?
It’s a bag of
excrement placed
strategically at
your front
door. And it
looks like you
stepped right in it.
What’s in the
bag?
It’s a gun,
it’s a knife,
it’s some
brass knuckles,
it’s a small
thermonuclear
device.
It’s all of
those things your
pappy warned you
about…And
it’s at the
airport. Not
good my
friend…not
good at all.
What’s in the
bag?
It’s the
remains of your
beloved Uncle
Leon. It
should have been an
urn, but your Aunt
Louise didn’t
go to a reputable
funeral home.
Now Uncle Leon is
blowing down some
desert highway
drifting along with
the tumbling
tumbleweeds.
But somehow, I think
that’s the way
Uncle Leon would
have wanted it.
What’s in the bag? Open it up, you just might be surprised.
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