They demand long island iced teas, then they arrange these drinks around you like a fence, tell you to drink your way out, and laugh cruelly.
They demand two dollars from you "to buy a pie from the Star-Mart". Then when you try to leave, they become morose and threaten to throw up on your best shoes.
― rainy, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― richard john gillanders, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Friday, 15 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jel, Saturday, 16 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― richard john gillanders, Saturday, 16 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 16 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― N., Saturday, 16 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I'm not going on holiday, I don't even know where I would like to go if I was. Southern California sounds quite nice.
I'm not thinking that September out of New Zealand is entirely a good idea, because that's when Ned is going to be here.
― rainy, Sunday, 17 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Sunday, 17 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― j>e>l, Monday, 18 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)