at Cane's while I was in Vegas for 8 hours today. Seems like only
yesterday I had the whole Onward Westward posse trying the best
Chicken Fingers in the West(or for Hime best fries cooked in the same
vat at the chicken strips in the west), working on their bikes in the
parking lot, and getting rolled up on by the 5.0 when we were viewing
some fine pieces of assault weaponry in the back of a truck. Ah,
memories.
2 comments:
"This one's called The Judge..."
"Woah, that thing's serious."
"Dude, cop."
"That thing's huge. What's the assault rifle?"
"Dude, seriously - cop."
"This one? It's an AR-15..."
"SHOVE IT IN YOUR PANTS - FUCKIN' COP!"
(Momentary scurrying, followed by the slam of a tailgate)
"Oh, hi! Good evening, officer..."
Oh, memories...
i love canes! i wish they were here in denver. i use to eat'em up all the time in louisiana
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