Archive for the ‘why I don’t review shit’ Category

I’m sitting on a pigeon crap-encrusted bench with THAT friend.   The one you only see once every few years.  You know, the one that arrives like a tornado.  I’m outside a Subway at 5:17 am.  I’m muttering “I said no fucking onions.”  90% of the digits needed to call the girl who was selling Jell-O […]