#nancyjones

Psst. Wanna know why Big Ang and Mama Jones talk like the Ghosts of Harvey Fierstein Past? One word: Hookah. 

Yeah once in awhile me Big Ang and Nancy go to this hookah bar called Babylon on 34th street right? (Personally I think it's all a ploy by Nancy to try and get in to the Celebrity Mama Mafia. Not.happening. Not as long as I got a pulse.) 

Anyway, I don't know why I keep going, because Ang and Nancy have built up such a tolerance they got to drag off 4 or 5 hoses at a time. This means we can't sit together. These greedy yatches have us taking up 3 tables just so they can get their Puff the Magic Dragon on. We can't even hear each other talk, so you know what we do? Sit there and text each other all night long. How stupid is that?

I mean if you got that kind of lung power, why not go fire up one those pan flutes and cut a record?

Make some money and quit wasting my time, you know? I mean if you can't put some sticky icky in there, what's the point?