blazé’s undies
i got on the subway the other day and a bunch of pantsless hunter students got on with me. “it must be that time of year again” i thought to myself. who was it that told me about that shit?
get off at union square – walk up the stairs… “oh yeah, it was billy… that jackass ten feet away from me with the tighty whiteys”
it was good to see him, and see him suffer in the freezing cold while his dink nearly fell off from the cold