fucking hell
another picture perfect evening at walnut st. complete with belligerent girlfriends and weird fucking townies no one has ever met sitting on the back steps. a plea to invited guests of 56 walnut st, do not bring any more broke and noisy drunks to our apartment. a note to aforementioned broke and noisy drunks, find another street to stumble around on, we have all kinds of dishes that we have no room for, and i would be more than happy to throw them at you and your vehicles.