12.07.2008

Joined forces with the Anxious Southpaw for a trip down to Philly to surprise a Russian woman on her birthday, but she saw us coming from about 266 miles away. Drove through one of Philly's magnificent and baffling drive-through liquor stores. Ate the brussel sprouts of a future rabbi who has perfected the skill of dancing with a can of beer on his head. Slept on something that is not to be used as a safety device. Sang puppy surprise. Came home with blood on the tracks and time traps.

3 comentarios:

Seth dijo...

did we raise cain?

B.B. dijo...

like mennonites raising a barn.

Natalie Lyalin dijo...

sorry about the poor sleeping conditions....i guess we wanted to toughen up the butteryness.