Nuff said.
It’s only 2:30 in the afternoon and already we’ve got Evelyn twerking in the corner. Er, I mean tweaking… that’s not any better. Sigh. She’s working on our website. And Dirty Boys pants have caught fire. He brought it on himself. Note: those long fuzzy white strings that hang down from denim rips are best cut off – not burnt off. We’ve had a few ruckus conversations over the quality of produce at the corner store, some basic spelling and whatever happens to be airing on the News Channel. Good times, good times.
Evil plot brewing to send a couple of our regulars over to the beauty salon for some “surprise pedicures”.
