Now there will be some out there, who know me really good, who will get this the first time, but let's see if the imbuscles who won't catch this. Now then:
What does the letters B.A.B.S. stand for?
Just who is B.A.B.S.?
And finally who introduced me to Emmy, Picasso, and Haylee? Okay ready for answers? B.A.B.S. stands for Becky's boutique. Located in grand New Jersey and elsewhere. The goddess regardless of all things on the succulent menu of us phoote and pheete smorgasbord. B.A.B.S. runs a successful, helped in part by replay, a video show on YouTube. What impressed me, was that she explained, that you absolutely were not a freak if you are into toes and pheete. Of course, I snagged onto the thing as, this is a toe,this is a tow truck, brought together you get a TOEW TRUCK Now I'm not the only one that took it to the extreme. First, a newsrag type of publication of and for us in towing started in about 1990 somewhere called, Phoote(foot) Notes. They sold out to Truck Trader, making T.R. FootNotes. With this who better than the toew and toewing conisouer, namely me. So originally PhooteNotes Radio was created. However back in 1974, with all the big truck radio shows, few if any radio shows existed for us toew truckers. So in 1978 between the time I had to report for basic, and my Dad's death once LexiBelle
was purchased and all, a small radio station came belting out of the then Hagerman later to be called the Hazzard Valley, radio station KTOW, or KAY tow(e). So a full gun promo project was launched and whilst I basked in the sweltering sweat of San Diego, in basic, the crew here, brought KTOW from being lukewarm, to a full-on scalding boil. By the time I came on my first leave, we had a radical, rebel station, that none in the valley, scared of the provincial Church. would try, we did. Long before Dr. Demnto, Long before Stern, there was I the ye ole RodeWolf(AyreWolf) howling up and down the interstate. And now you know, it was sweet Becky aka B.A.B.S. which stands for BadAss Becky Show.
Who
for once told me I wasn't crazy, insane, or just plain mentally challenged that I preferred the beauty of tiny toes, in stockings, and not so much breasts, or butts. I owe a lot to that lady. And she is by far more of a lady, than many I have met here. B.A.B.S. is not porn, butt there are tons of women here, and I mean tonsButts. Or as we say it on two levels, I'll let you pick the choice, Thunder Butt, and Thunder Thighs. And as B.A.B.S. said on her show once, loving pheete does not make me a freak it makes me unique. Plus and this is the bonus here. Ever hear of loving pheete being against the proverbial, Word-Of-Wisdom? Or getting a gal PG, or catching the creepy-crawly, STDs? More in the morning, on my major meeting with the Bishop, and the religious progression, of regression.
Ever wonder how these fraudsters get your name and online 411? I have had 3 attempts to bleed me of green from my jeans over this past week. One came from some dillweed in Australia somewhere, when I questioned her, or him more I got just enough information that I hung its ass. Then got this gal named Petit(naw she tweren't Petite) went along for just about a week, but with a bit of taunting, guess what? Busted. Heck the gal couldn't even produce the same Mini Skirt that she lured me in with. Heck if you're going to commit fraud or embezzlement, at least remember your script and your bait. Be consistent. I did a reverse photo lookup, on Google, its a porn queen named Danielle. Couldn't they do a better job finding a pic for bait? Makes you wonder how many guys have fallen for this trap? I bet many. With much of the planet undergoing a near financial meltdown, many of these 3rd and 4th sized nations, are getting these gals to hustle, if they even are a woman for them. Remember two years ago? That Charlene, Ingram that nearly rolled me over? She hit me with compliments, sweet talk, the works. But then she hit me with a phone card request. She wanted $150.00 I gave her one for $50.00. Now as the crack smoker on TV says, That's not all, and if you, act now, she wanted me to fork out for a cell phone, yup, I did that too. It was always something. The reality was that I wanted confirmation of receipt. So she gave me an email address on Yahoo. Found out it wasn't even a her. Guess where he is spending still his Christmas? Leavenworth. Now too, this new Philly from Philly, did several things wrong. Sent me a sort of copy of her drivers license. Turns out it ain't even a real DL, nor the real number. Checked her OLN, came back stolen or none existent. I don't think that many of these short cakes, think of the close relationship, we in towing have with cops. Law enforcement are our bread and butter. And it's nice to have them on your side when you need a favor or two. This was one of those. And finally, an outfit called NCG says they are a Government Agency. In the UK? Really are they that stupid? I gave em a bunch of BS. Let you know what's happening, but hold onto your wallets and watch facebook, which can't be trusted anyhow, as the times are lean, few have any green, and they want to launder money through you. Don't bite, oops, byte.
This is from A-56-W. Used to love that intro. Still do, when I can get it. Been off-air and offline a bit too much lately, started exactly last Wednesday. Went home, to catch a few Z's when I started hurling. And hurling, which required a trip to the local ER. Now I have to say that first night wasn't so bad. A great little and sweet LPN, named Mallory, with my kind of spiral permed hair, made me feel like a stud. Come, that Friday I was ready to get out of there as fast as my legs or a ride could take me. First I got IVs in places I didn't think I had veins, by a bunch of amateurs, who most likely haven't gave an IV before, much less find a vein in the dark, or near dark. Then got a Till-of-the Hun, whose bedside manner was more DS, than a medical LPN. By last Saturday I again was glad to be outta there. But that's not everything. For the last week, strength as far as being awake let a lone being able to air a show was not an option. Just had no energy.
As long as I've been a member of the predominant religion of this area, which is from birth, I have yet to see a passage of scripture that says, thall shalt not be a model, or Thalt Shalt not be a pinup girl, actress, etc. Nor have I read anywhere that says admiring, certain parts of a female human's anatomy. Why not marvel at the wonders of God's work? Yet as much as I express the desire of my nose against toes in nylon hose, I'm persecuted beyond belief. BABS, said it best once, that just because I desire the aroma of the pheete, don't make me a freak, it just makes me unique. However, the limited scope of view of local feminazi's I'm worse than worst. But I'm pushing away from that table more. After all, if you can't have it, don't crave it.
More on tonight's show.
B.A.B.S. stands for Becky's boutique. Located in grand New Jersey and elsewhere. The goddess regardless of all things on the succulent menu of us phoote and pheete smorgasbord. B.A.B.S. runs a successful, helped in part by replay, a video show on YouTube. What impressed me, was that she explained, that you absolutely were not a freak if you are into toes and pheete. Of course, I snagged 
onto the thing as, this is a toe,
this is a tow truck, 
brought together you get a TOEW TRUCK 
Now I'm not the only one that took it to the extreme. First, a newsrag type of publication of and for us in towing started in about 1990 somewhere called, Phoote(foot) Notes. They sold out to Truck Trader, making T.R. FootNotes. With this who better than the toew and toewing conisouer, namely me. So originally PhooteNotes Radio was created. However back in 1974, with all the big truck radio shows, few if any radio shows existed for us toew truckers. So in 1978 between the time I had to report for basic, and my Dad's death once LexiBelle 
