Well you get yo self far enough south or north of da equator and bam, you aint got no mo pinto beans. For some reason all you can find are black beans or red beans, maybe some time white beans dat we grows right here on da beach, but hell no you aint seein no god dang pinto beans like you see in every meskin restaurant in Texas or at my Mom's house. Any ways one day I sees a big bag of pinto beans up in a fancy store all smuggled in and imported, god almighty just about shop lifted dat bag outta dat store, den I pays my fine fo shop liftin, git dem beans back to my crib and bam! god almighty, we gotta nice potta beans my friend, little bitty onyon, garlic, can o japs, coolantro, spicy sausage and a potta rice on da side, make you tink you at Popeye's fried chick by God.
Don't try an read my po-lice record cuz you aints gonna understands my circumstances evidence...we now fresh outta bubble gum and pinto beans... and all we gots left is sausage...
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