Sally, sally what?
So for some reason (she was looking to buy in the building they tell me) Sally Jesse Rafael was standing outside tonite when I got home from watching the Yankees (win 12-0!!!! NICE)...but anyways, she asked me if it was a safe building/area, so I told her I remembered back in 2000 when a prostitute from the neighborhood threw a muskrat at my face but I sideswiped it and it ran across the street and it then went on to build a nice little Bodega, which I kept trying to go into it and they said no non-muskrats allowed so I was like WTF, You are the only muskrat in the hood and you tried to eat my face. He went in the backroom (i think embarrased but we'll never know)...He never came back out so I climbed up the hill over the ocean next door and smacked the bluebird (I was told to do this a few nites ago by a spatula hanging over something that I could never recognise but it's better that way)...and damned if I didn't end up in bed with a nice orange soda perfectly chilled on ice, typing this....screwy eh?
True Story....TBC