…but there's just something about sitting out on the balcony with 4 fingers of whiskey with a gentle breeze that makes him think,
"shit doesn't suck so much"
now all I need is respectable recipe for bul gogi tacos and shit would pretty much be complete for me for now.
what'd ya want some piss and vinegar?
ok.
I got lost coming and going from a birthday party in Yonkers.
Yonkers is good and all, but I can no longer trust my gps to do the right thing by me.
I mean seriously why does it make me go past a right turn on 31st so I van make a left on 32nd so Ivan make a left onto 31st?
what the hell is that shit?
oh
wait
bul gogi.
—the bastard
