Smokin' Love
I got tied up playing a few hundred games of freecell while listening to Hot Fuss the other night when I realized I forgot about dinner and it was almost midnight. After driving around for awhile I wound up heading to a chain restaurant, because most mom and pops were in bed at this time on a weeknight. That was fine by me, because I was in a cheese stickey-chicken fingerish-loaded cheese fries mood. So I ended up at this gem on a weeknight and took a seat at the bar, ordering the sampler to go and a beer while I wait. I passed the time by catching Sportscenter and people-watching. As I scanned the room, I noticed this couple sitting back and smoking in unison. Man, nothing tops off a meal like sitting on the same side of a booth and getting some primary and second-hand smoke.
Then, in between synchronized puffs they start hooking up.
3 Comments:
Must have been a slow night in chucktown
Ya just can't beat 90 degree weather on the beaches...
...especially when you're in the library during exam week.
You can't beat 90 degree weather on the golf course with a hang over and case of beer.
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