Priorities man, priorities.

 

Come on, Sonny.  This is the last time I want to talk about this.  I’m getting tired and I want to read my tarot cards before I go to bed.  She thinks your exotic and wants to feel the coolness but is afraid of it.

What the heck does that mean little one?

That means she is a giant wannabe and I don’t mean your lova.  She’s like a groupie.  Let me backstage and autograph my boobs.  Except she won’t take off her bra.  She won’t even take off her shoes.  Well, if they were red I couldn’t blame her but I bet she wears flip flops.

Enough.

Go to another coffee shop.  I like cinnamon.

Frère Jacques

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