Travel Log-September Ninth, In the Year of our lord, Two Thousand & Nine
The minute I opened my mouth about soy milk, she said something to the effect of, "Would you just shut the fuck up already."
She sent me packing and I ended up on a train with this lady:
(Whatever you do don't ask her about weekly passes, she'll swallow you whole.)
Then I ended up in this bathroom in Trenton with signs that looked like this:
Now I'm installing peepholes in the men's room at Kohl's.
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