Pardon?
So, story.
Erol and I spent another fine day in Brunswick. There we were, sitting innocently on a green bench in the middle of the Brunswick greenery, discussing Korean vengeance films and doing nothing in the least bit unusual, when the sound of screaming shattered that lovely baritone voice. (Okay, tacky line and I'm not sure if he's a baritone).
We both looked up to see a group of slightly sketchy looking men leaning out the window of their truck. They declared in a charmingly loud tone with a bit of a slur --
"GO BACK TO THE CIRCUS, FREAKS!"
Fine, maybe we will.
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John-John and I are now having a party.
We are pretending to be robots.
Oh yes.
Erol and I spent another fine day in Brunswick. There we were, sitting innocently on a green bench in the middle of the Brunswick greenery, discussing Korean vengeance films and doing nothing in the least bit unusual, when the sound of screaming shattered that lovely baritone voice. (Okay, tacky line and I'm not sure if he's a baritone).
We both looked up to see a group of slightly sketchy looking men leaning out the window of their truck. They declared in a charmingly loud tone with a bit of a slur --
"GO BACK TO THE CIRCUS, FREAKS!"
Fine, maybe we will.
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John-John and I are now having a party.
We are pretending to be robots.
Oh yes.