We snuck out all quiet-like while J was sleeping...
The fugitives, mugging for the camera.
The Feds were hot on our tails. Through a FOIA request we obtained this photo taken while dining and scheming at an undisclosed location.
We ditched the man; heading for the wrong side of town, south of the tracks...
Where the locals will cut you on sight for lookin' at 'em the wrong way. The Long Arm of the Law can't reach us here.
"I love it when you call me Big Poppa".
The Transaction.
Puff Daddy. Needless to say, we had more than enough action for one day.
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So, let me get this straight: you guys left poor J. for....Penguins?
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