So this young couple of Friday-Nighters start a helluva game of tonsil hockey right outside my store. Just to be a dick, me and my Milkey Way bar sit atop my perch and stare at them like the drunk on the train in RISKY BUSINESS. Sadly, rather than help me to a subway station bench, with Tangerine Dream playing in the background, they simply leave, me, my Milkey Way bar, and Bruno Mars on the radio, wailing like his balls were in a jar down at the pool hall, all to our solitude..... ;D
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 20:55:35 +0000
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