Three guys are installing a railing on the porch. Only one is wearing any sort of eye wear. It looks like the Fourth of July through my windows. Those guys have balls.
My record player has never sounded louder. Little Walter singing sounds like Little Walter screaming. It's great.
The cologne I obtained at Lollapalooza is leaking or has leaked or something and now the box I'm going to reside in smells like 7th grade. Luckily, I enjoyed 7th grade.
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