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May 2, 2020

"Don't FUCK with The Lewises" [sic] Dutch bioodoc on Jerry Lee Lewis's older sister Frankie Jean Lewis (RIP) who dishes dirt from BEYOND (David Lynch meets This is Elvis) @mrjyn says: Essential Killer - Chiller & Ferriday Chamber of Commerce don't have FJ to kick around anymore #thechillerkillerliquordrivethruseum

WATCH Don't FUCK with The Lewises [sic] by Robert van Beek Biopic of Jerry Lee Lewis's sister Frankie Jean Lewis (RIP) Dishes dirt from Beyond on fucked-up brother and sister Linda Gail Lewis (David Lynch meets This is Elvis)  essential Dutch Doc for all Killer fans #CHILLER mourners & Ferriday Chamber of Commerce who don't have Frankie Jean to kick around anymore in situ #thechillerkillerliquordrivethruseum 

 

in the most surprising (David Lynch meets Clerks meets the Chiller) Best Bizarre Dutch Doc, says me, and, "Dutchies' may not know about English possessive diacritic marks in the all critical titular function of everything from Shakespeare to Weed Killer, but these laid back cats with a Chevy Chase map embark up the right tree in this eponymous-eyed search of prey, and instead find the nest, where amidst, guns, obsessed filial collectors, rock n roll's only non-official private, non-corporatized Formerly Not For Sale Never Give In:  Rock 'n' Roll Adamite Progenitor Birthplace Home Unmolested and Unquestionably Outsider Art Status during in situ residency of its Founder, CEO, Chief Archivist, Conservator, Doyenne, Gallerist, Tour Guide, Expert, reason why it is something you will never see again, the essential for all  Killer fans BUT living icebox for anyone team CHILLER devolves from Jump Street, giving much needed Beat Tour Guide Narrative ex tempore unequivocal, never censored, undeniably libidinous and slightly pissed off at the sleight of her entire life as self-appointed Museum Conservator Emeritus with a fucking .38 in her purse, for the weekly robberies which occur more frequently than at Graceland, or the Rock Hall, and most other museums connected and partially endowed by the concomittant self-leasing inhabitancy of the attached full drive-thru liquor store (yes, that means you could take it to go in your car while driving, but only after, and Frankie Jean whispered it to me with the most devilish grin, they would be requested of and happily delivered the inserting of one piece of bubble gum into the choice of three frozen daiquiris lining the liquor filled display shelves filled with to-go size bottles, only slightly larger than your average Boeing serves. 

 

Ferriday has been on a budget ever since Jerry Lee finally cashed his first royalty from Whole Lotta Shakin, only after a bank teller stopped him and told him that if he didn't it would fall apart and be unavailable for payment, where the Killer with cerebral facility strongest of his other two famous cousins, Jimmy Swaggart and Mickey Gilley, decided to do something another man had just suggested, all the while wondering, 'Is this being homosexual?' 


 Frankie Jean

gossips unmercifully (she being the only person to congratulate me for my sale of  'Jerry Lee Lewis Arrested for Attempting to Assassinate Elvis at Gates of Graceland," telling me,

'You just popped your Tabloid cherry.  Now watch out, it's addictive.  Me and Linda Gail have been on National Enquirer Payroll forever, and no on ever figured it out yet.'

But from a place filled with the deepest love and the most fumid, nigrosine gallows humor, genetically necessitate  to survive their town, whose inhabitants, if you believe the Chiller, which I do,  

hated the family Lewis's guts from this day and forever:
Jerry drove from Memphis into town in his first new Cadillac,  cashed his first outrageous (for any Southern town) check, hand delivered cash to his Mama at the very same home which Frankie Jean did until her recent passing oversee and upon whose inclusion in protective status as either an American Birthplace by the governmental agency whose job it is to oversee such, or as a Smithsonian Satellite Museum Environmental Museum denoting its rightful, but non-commercialistic designation both in the public registry of notable Americans, but differentiating it from America's reputation as the Home of the Kitsch, the ultimate downappraisment and publicly cheapening comodification and economic profiteering from the cash cows (only one hand necessary for counting) of the only one of three Original American Art Forms whose creation, naissance,  and development began here and was widely adoped and beloved by every culture in the world--literally the greatest export never mentioned which most thoughtful people here take for granted, and which likeminded people from overseas, save and plan once-in-a-lifetime journeys to the respective site of their choice, pilgrimidges not unlike those to Mecca, only differing in the obvious pious nature of the converts whose shrine they are required to behold. 

  This most unique American Museum, notable not for its overriding curatorship of 'Jerry Lee Lewis's Birthplace and Lewis Family Museum,' but because (reference to explore: Chuck and Jan Rosenak, Betty Carol Sellen, Dr. Regenia Perry, and (the sole member of this auspicious group whose Southern  Outsider, Visionary, Folk Art Gallery I was gallerist for eight years--seen the House of Blues?  Our account, till they took Isaac's checkbook away) Collections, Expertise, and Published Documentation of the dying last generation of only two, were beginning to see the end of their lives and the unholy realization that they had two more lifetimes to produce the stories which sometimes only they understood but which other people seeed to like anyway.


The brother in situ museum drive-thru liquor store / original birthplace--I call it #thechillerkillerliquordrivethruseum

 

What Is Sexual Attraction? 

 

A man stares when a woman bares #décolletage - proximate to hear what her body says, vote, and make decisions ... he lingers,

you sigh: lucky guy ...

if he's grooming you for louses"rout-party"  houses.   

 

 

Don't FUCK with The Lewises [sic]



 storied sister, fucked-up brother



 

beat this Kelly Hali Chelette, Graham Knight and whomever Daniel James White may be.

 

This is my Royal Flush.
I can't exactly write the name of the show because of certain winged predator big birds whose habit it is to sit and stare eponymous-eyed in search of prey: however, do you know which is our country's mascot (our would be to KHC)? but that's me alright. first row with the bushy black curly hair, back turned next to current gf (Joan devitt) in green satin ball gown.
JERRY LEE LEWIS had a good time with brother Ray, êtes-vous seul ce soir? nope.

 

Ray Charles is the reason no one shall ever trump a Royal flush, is what makes it royal:

 

Fats Domino whose rumored drowning during Katrina, is turning out to be just Mark Twain apocrypha with entire famous band of the ages.

 

then he showed 'em how to be a hermit, a good guy, and the first of them how to play eighths not sixteenths, so as not to get too tired.

 

then of course there was on bass, recently deceased Harold Cowart,

 

Sugar Blue,

 

Ronnie Wood,

 

and his beautiful wife Jo wood

 

well that's why i prefer insta lately ...

 

just to say.

 

best show ever, never beat it, couldn't if you tried, and first night to meet Linda Gail Lewis, whom i produced, and

 

Frankie Jean Lewis, who would turn out to be my favorite person in the world, whose passing was her blessing (she says in this doc that she didn't want to see her brother die), and my curse. no more visits.

 

but if you miss her, just watch 'Don't Fuck with the Lewises [sic]" on YouTube every night like me.

 



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oliva mio:

 


sembri giovane per questo post, ma qui va ai tuoi miserabili genitori.

 

Di 'loro che non dovrei ascoltare Kim Fowley o Jutes.

 

Doug Meet l'ha appena detto.

 

Di 'loro che vuoi pranzare domani questo:

battere questo, Kelly Hali Chelette, Graham Knight e chiunque possa essere Daniel James White.

Questa è la mia scala reale.

Non riesco proprio a scrivere il nome dello spettacolo a causa di alcuni uccelli predatori alati la cui abitudine è sedersi e guardare in modo omonimo, in cerca di prede: tuttavia, sai qual è la mascotte del nostro paese (la nostra, sarebbe per KHC )?

sono io, va bene.

prima fila, con i folti capelli neri e ricci.
al verso.
 vicino all'attuale gf (abito da ballo in raso verde joan devitt).

JERRY LEE LEWIS, oops, che entra in gioco quando scrivo cose, si è divertito con il fratello Ray Charlie?

no. Ray charles.

e quindi, la ragione per cui nessuno potrà mai vincere una scala reale, è ciò che li rende reali:

Fats Domino, la cui voce è annegata durante l'apocrifo di Mark Twain che trasforma Katrina, ha suonato con tutta la famosa band dei secoli.

 mostrò a Jerry Ray e Ronnie:

 Come essere un eremita.
un bravo ragazzo.
e
come giocare ottavi e non sedicesimi per non stancarsi troppo.

poi qui era al basso, recentemente deceduto Harold Cowart. arpa, Sugar Blue, chitarra, Ronnie Wood e bella moglie jo wood, beh, ecco perché preferisco insta ultimamente ...

ma solo per dire.

miglior spettacolo di sempre. mai battuto. impossibile se ci provassi.

e la prima notte per incontrare Linda Gail Lewis, che ho prodotto, e Frankie Jean Lewis, che si sarebbe rivelata la mia persona preferita al mondo. E la cui prematura scomparsa è stata la sua benedizione (non volevo vedere morire il fratello) e la mia maledizione.

niente più visite.

ma se ti manca come me, guarda 'Fuck the lewis's' su YouTube. ogni notte come me.

piacere di vederti, Graham.
Penso di aver visto te e Peter Check nel forum.