waking up to:
Two young kids walked past my window this morning, nattering to each other as they kicked a ball down the street. They sounded about eight or nine, that kind of pitch. Once they were closer to me, I heard:
Little Girl: "How was Amadeus?"
Little Boy: "Fuckin' amazing."
They passed by my window pretty quickly, so I couldn't hear the rest of his review. Now, she might have said something different, but it sure SOUNDED like Amadeus.
Everyone's a critic.
Little Girl: "How was Amadeus?"
Little Boy: "Fuckin' amazing."
They passed by my window pretty quickly, so I couldn't hear the rest of his review. Now, she might have said something different, but it sure SOUNDED like Amadeus.
Everyone's a critic.