You might want to take a minute or four to browse some of the stuff they have over there. Some of the pics are amazing: Patty has not seen many of them, and Patty has seen a lot at this point. Here is just a small fraction of their cool shit:
Thanks Josh for permission to plug y'all. Much obliged.
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"Where does he get all those wonderful toys?"
An interesting site Panamint Patty. Is that Ansom 13 in the third photo?
Yes it is. They have a lot of Ansom stuff, Patty thinks Michael said That he bought the Trona storage locker.
Any casino, bar, or ‘R’ rated movie restricts children presumably because society at large views them as a poor influence, or simply bad form to have kids around. Even Disneyland (The happiest place on Earth) has restrictions on certain rides where you have to be at least as tall as Snow White’s belt line or Bashful’s hat. Oh sorry, that’s as tall as Dopey’s hat, not Bashful’s cuz that would be stupid. But even a place which was specifically designed for children has restrictions on children.
Who’s the leader of the club that’s made for you and me?
Then there’s photo 3.
Hey kids! Who wants to go to Corcoranland and keister things for Uncle Charlie? I’m sure if one was to backtrack how this became permissible, it would lead to a big ‘ol pile of good intentions, but I simply don’t see it. Alcohol, tobacco, and conjugal visits aren’t allowed, but children are permitted inside the razor wire surrounded impounds because…. I got nothing here.
M… A… N… S… O… N, First tier, Cell Block C.
Hey there, Hi there, Ho there, we’re all high security.
M… A… N… S… O… N, First tier, Cell Block C.
Come along, where nothing’s wrong, and join the Family.
M… A… N… S… O… N, First tier, Cell Block C.
Ok, raise your hand if you saw an imaginary bouncing ball and sang Farflung's lyrics in your head like I did!
Yipee! We’re in Fantasyland and there’s a “C ticket” ride over there. The ‘Circular Logic Teacups’, hurry and get inside.
This is where you spin while hearing Charlie lament about his poor upbringing and childhood, as told to children in a prison visiting room, who were brought by their parents, as part of a good upbringing. Spin faster and faster till you lose your empathy.
Then it’s off to ‘Mother Mary’s Wild Ride’, where you escape a murder trial then capture a robbery conviction. The only way out of the ride is the ‘exit of shame’, where you dye your hair, change your name, then hide for 30 years.
Look! Yellow submarines. Clamor inside with as many people as possible, then enjoy the limited view of life through a small portal, while what you see is narrated by the disembodied voice of Manson. It’s kinda humid and stinks, but that’s the way things were in the submarine.
Ever wondered what an acid trip is like? Well ‘It’s a Small World’ is just a few steps away. You’ll experience a previously unknown sense of rage, inexplicably triggered by legions of singing, prancing puppets, dressed in various forms of garb. But try to hang on, because it will pass, or your little boat will exit with you as a lone passenger among eight corpses (or maybe it only has that effect on me). You could have a similar experience in the ‘Enchanted Freaky Room’ where you will witness talking and singing orchids, before you begin to twirl around while removing articles of clothing (or maybe it only has that effect on me).
If you still have some energy you can visit ‘Diane Sawyer’s Island’ and engage in double speak while making faces. No need to worry about your dignity because it is still in Fantasyland. Whoa, what’s that skipping down Main Street? Is it Three Little Piggies? Well they deserve to die.
No trip would be complete without seeing ‘The Haunted Manson’, which is filled with illusions, screams and scares. Once you’ve begun the journey there’s no turning back. It’s almost like you are being driven around by some invisible force, while seated in a black egg, and can neither stop nor run away. You’re confused and frightened until you find yourself in a jail cell, wearing an orange jumpsuit.
Forever let us smoke and just be high… High, High, High.
Come along and sing a song, and join the misery.
M… A… N… S… O… N, First tier, Cell Block C.
Patty,
Thankyou. I hope Michael got a good deal.
Michael showed us a few things from TJ's locker that dated back to Spahn. I'm sure he got a deal. How high would you need to bid for stuff a person from Trona was storing?
Just for the record, the website is mansonsbackporch.com. There was a missing "s" between the "n" and "b".
Thanks, Groove. We must have seen that at just about the same time...its fixed now.
Trona must be the place that you guys said smells. I probably wouldn't even go to the auction.
Oh it smells, Jerry...
Thank you Patty!
Who's Jerry?
Seinfeld
Haha whut! Patty was thinkin the same thing. And yes, Trona is awful, but theres some nice country nearby. If Patty could get used to that smell and to nightly tweaker creepy crawls she might just retire there.
NOT
haha Patty had u going there for a sec
Sorry, Matt. I wasn't into Seinfeld.
Patty,
I was trying to think of a family member named Jerry.
Farflung siad: "Who wants to go to Corcoranland and keister things for Uncle Charlie?" Yikes. Shades of Bill Nelson.
Thank you Patty for the PLUG.
:)
I love neat poems and imaginative songs.....HOW GREAT!!! Thank you Farflung!!! Any attention is still attention.... ;) keep watching me
Cool site. Bookmarked.
Who is the child in the first picture?
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