On the Brown Line to the Taste of CHicago, I got a little sick to my stomach listening to large people talk about the food there as if it were the freakin Mona Lisa...Yuck
But...I managed to slam food down my mouth. It was good. So hot outside Not drinking weather. ANd what the fuck is up with women in the 3 inch heals? It's food for fucks sake!
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