This is Tisha Puckett; if she hadn't graduated, she would likely be the Don in power at the moment. She is just that cool.Well, the Pottsville Mafia started in 2005, around in January. In Jazz band, I, the Don, first met my left-handed right hand man, Steve-Dave. How did Steve-Dave get his name? By the person who knows all: Jesse.
Next is Shaneequa, the yodelling vampire, who is white, by the way.
Lloyd is our drugs smuggler; he thinks he smuggles CDs, but really they're just drugs. The cocaine *is* the CD.
The Don sits at her chair, drinking her exquisitely expensive drink: Tap water. She giggles menacingly, for the Don, while not a Dona, is still a lady. All those who are familiar with the brutality of animals know that the female is more deadly than the male. She approves of this thinking.
"My Mafia members know me as 'Paul'." This direct contrast helps to keep a layer of security around the Don, for who expects a Don named Paul to be a Paulina? "I am also bipolar. Or so I've been told. Really I think it's because I'm a girl, but hey, to each his own!"
"Now you may ask me while a little ol' Mafia in the middle of Pottsville needs an assassin, a weapons expert and a drug smuggler. . . Well really we don't. We just like having the titles for ourselves."
People have tried to recreate the Mafia experience, by including other instrument sections, particularly the Trumpets, but they have failed miserably and fallen flat on their faces, and I laughed. My good friend, David Reed, or as he is known, 'Don the Vash', has tried to follow in my footsteps, but let's face this one simple fact: You can't be Paul!"
"So anyways, cheers to him, and let's hope he has better luck the next time, if you know what I mean."
This is Tisha Puckett; if she hadn't graduated, she would likely be the Don in power at the moment. She is just that cool.