prickly rodents
My best friend Tom is here visiting tonite from New York City...we went to India Garden for dinner and then Images to see our other friend who was bartending. On the way there he told me this story:
Tom was walking home late one night by a park in the Village, and he noticed a man and woman staring at something. He looked to see what they were staring at, and there was a huge puddle of water in the street, and hundreds of rats were gathered around the puddle, drinking from it. As he paused to watch, the woman pointed to the rats and asked Tom in a French accent, "Porcupines?"
Tom said, "No, rats!"
The woman screamed and all the rats scattered in different directions.
Tom was walking home late one night by a park in the Village, and he noticed a man and woman staring at something. He looked to see what they were staring at, and there was a huge puddle of water in the street, and hundreds of rats were gathered around the puddle, drinking from it. As he paused to watch, the woman pointed to the rats and asked Tom in a French accent, "Porcupines?"
Tom said, "No, rats!"
The woman screamed and all the rats scattered in different directions.