....when the only thing you sell in a record shop is marijuana pipes and dollar cassette tapes.
....when the biggest dance night in town has to lower itself to playing eddie money and bryan adams remixes.
....your salad automatically comes with ranch dressing if you don't specify otherwise.
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Oh my god, I hate ranch. So much.
i've only ingested ranch once in my life and i threw it up onto my plate seven seconds later. my parents never took me back to that restaurant...
I have the feeling that at least something from tonight's shenanigans will end up in Part Two.
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