From EtG:
When life hands you lemons, you go to the DMV to replace your lost driver's license, call the MTA to replace your missing metrocard, file a police report at your local precinct, and then venture to the nearest scotch house for spirits and companions of ill repute.
In short: I lost my bloody license, metrocard, and a $20 while jogging this morning. The scotch house beckons.
Have a chivalrous weekend,
EtG
Friday, June 12, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment