In the middle of my weekend ritual walking down Myrtle Ave away from my yuppie spaceship I ran into two gentlemen walking the opposite direction. One decided to address me, and here’s what happened next. Gentleman 1: Yo Me: What’s up? Gentleman 1(indignantly): What’s up? Me(thinking he might have been talking to someone behind me): [...]
We Get Signal
Main Screen Turn On
What you say?
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