Sitting at a table in a pizza joint across from TD Garden in Boston...
BL: "I'd like to see you go to the bathroom."
TBG: "Whoa there, big fella!"
BiF: "Check please!"
BL: "Wait..that's not what I meant!"
Sure... That's always the way it starts...
And it usually ends with me in a holding cell, half-blind from pepper spray.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
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Email if you're going to be in town for a couple days.
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