That's right, the beer I had an hour previous had me hustling a desperate short cut through city streets and shoppers towards an emergency WC tout de suite when I felt a warm fuzzy feeling all inside, or more like the chill of something far more sinister- nevertheless, there they were! Christmas trees! All alight in festive Yuletide glee! Friday Fucking October Fifth and it's Christmas in... Bloomingdales.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
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