I like trains
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Man… I left NYC ten years ago… nothing like those buckets of ice cold 24oz beers at GCT and Penn during the dog days…..
Damn son, it’s been ten years? Here’s to brown bagging it.
Nothing symbolizes the evening commute better than a guy who keeps nodding off and hitting his head on the window, but somehow manages to keep the tall boy completely vertical.
True.. true… nothing quite like a drool-stain on a nice, dark suit.
Old English 800 yeah that’s my brand. Drink it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can.
Classic. Now use your real name or you’re going on double secret probation.