because there never can be enough vacation
There was a legendary used tire shop on Chicago Avenue in Wicker Park, which seemed to have a lock on the best-looking, best-built, buffest young Hispanic men ever seen on planet Latin. They would get all sweaty, and wet over the water tanks, and when their T-shirts got soaked, would ostentatiously peel them off on the sidewalk. Grease-smeared and in tight jeans, they'd swagger around the place, and the owner couldn't keep the Wicker Park hipster chicks away. I'm telling you.I took a friend from Maryland, a radical feminist grad student, over to fix a tire on her Honda Civic that had gotten holed through the sidewall, and when 'Carlos' walked up to her, and asked her what she 'needed', she just... ...giggled.HAHAHAHA!!!
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