Good old Conney. You took Astroland out, made it into a parking lot, reduced the crowds, but you kept the same ol expensive shit food. 5 bucks for 5 chicken wings.
This is a classic. Gonna print a copy of this and keep it in my back pocket, to remind myself what my wife will look like.
If I hadn't caught a glimpse of the shit hop playing these days, I wouldn't have found this interesting. May be getting old, but never knew their was such a thing as this. Thought it was a hip hop reference to drinking cough syrup, but nah, it exists.
For all the complaining about laundry day and doing laundry out there, I have to admit, I don't mind it. I am also one of the few remaining in my circle of friends that actually does their laundry, rather than dropping it off. Is it glamorous or worthwile, no. But it has to be done, and I am not about to pay extra to have someone fold my boxers and match my socks. I am capable of doing it, and frankly, unlike most people that claim to be too busy to do laundry, I make the time. With a backyard in the back, laundry becomes time for me to go sit out back, read the Economist, and drink a beer. All in the laundermat. Ahem to that.
No comments:
Post a Comment