Me and the man with large hands took a trip to Norton. It was a grey dull day and subsequently we found no fungus, so we headed back to Stithen-Ac via the underbelly of the M:One. We came up on the over side good and proper. The sun shined it was a wonderful world. I found myself sitting into a 1950's greasy egg and spoon. Waitresses with blue rinses and bee-hives. Louis Armstrong plays on a jukebox and I am crying because I put too much mustard on my ham, egg and chips.
I want to be a fly feasting on the dried fat overspill of that diner. No man more beautiful than Louis and no woman more experienced than an aging waitress.
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Me and the man with large hands took a trip to Norton. It was a grey dull day and subsequently we found no fungus, so we headed back to Stithen-Ac via the underbelly of the M:One. We came up on the over side good and proper. The sun shined it was a wonderful world. I found myself sitting into a 1950's greasy egg and spoon. Waitresses with blue rinses and bee-hives. Louis Armstrong plays on a jukebox and I am crying because I put too much mustard on my ham, egg and chips.
HTP - You have a great memory! Lucky for me as now it all comes back, a memory so rich it has grease stains.
I want to be a fly feasting on the dried fat overspill of that diner. No man more beautiful than Louis and no woman more experienced than an aging waitress.
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