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why frank green?
the legend of frank green goes way back. way back to the days when i was just a wee lad of 27, tripping the light fantastic with my best girl bud, "sally masters." me and sally, we'd venture out into the night. often. it was my first time in the big city and sally, she was a pro. weekends, bulldogs, 688, velvet, candide, backstreet, blake's, chameleon club, the pharr side, the cove, we went to 'em all. sure we'd drink. and i'd drive the jeep. we looked good, me and sally. me and sally liked to party. we liked to fuck with people. pretend we were married, that kind of stuff sometimes, if we were feeling really hot, we'd ask guys home for 3-ways. yeah, you'd be suprised how many said yes. so sally would dance on the speakers in her black bra, and me, well, i wasn't so sure about taking my shirt off. so i just danced real dirty next to her. people began to remember our names. i think frank green worked for me cause i could remember it too. lady bunny still calls me by it. so it stuck. sally's gone now, married and lives in l.a. but i still use frank, 'cept only when i have to, if you know what i mean. |
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