RedSoxFaithful
a vicar in a tutu
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that's not hacking though
A few years ago, I went on this random Tinder date with a woman in Boston. I had semi-recently been dumped, and an old flame of mine who lives up there was busy or something, so I fired up the old phone to see what kind of trouble I could get into while I was at my aunt's apartment alone while she was at her guy friend's in New Hampshire. I started chatting with a young woman who was a student at Tufts. She wasn't attractive at all, but I think her profile said something about cool music or drugs, so I figured what the hell. She lived with her boyfriend, but it was complicated -- maybe he had been threatening to self-harm or something? it is all kind of hazy at this point. She was working at a shoe store in Harvard Square and had an identical twin with whom I also matched, who was somehow cuter, but her sister said was a little straight-laced. It was sketchy, but I was bored and horny.
We met at a bar in Cambridge, and after a couple of cocktails she was like "hey, want some of this pot cookie, it's gluten-free," and of course I accepted. That thing was potent. The rest of the evening is a blur, but we wandered down the back streets of Cambridge looking for bars she said she knew, at one point pulling off into this driveway and hooking up. Stood outside a salsa bar and watched this amazing salsa dancing for a bit, and I remember having this rich, smoky, mezcal cocktail at a weird bar there that was playing cool music.
Anyway, my phone was dead and couldn't get an uber, so we had to walk back to where there were cabs waiting. On the curb outside someone's house was a cardboard box of books that they were giving away. Three titles stood out to me so much that I texted them to myself: Umberto's Circus, Black Tickets, and The Dark Design. I thought they might hold the secrets, be the code, for something, some answer I was looking for to some mystery. I should have picked them up right then, but I wasn't sure where I was going next and didn't want to lug around a few hardbacks.
I was just putting a book that had been recently returned on one of our shelving trucks, and right next to it was Black Tickets, so I was reminiscing. I checked that thing out and have requested the other two. I'm sure there is some dark magic at work here that I might be about to tap into.
But would you have accepted the pot cookie if wasn't gluten-free?
The Dark Design is about Satan ?
And still the Weaver plies his loom, whose warp and woof is wretched Man
Weaving th' unpattern'd dark design, so dark we doubt it owns a plan.
Have you all talked about the Wendy's mixtape with diss tracks aimed at McDonald's and Burger King?
https://www.thrillist.com/news/nation/wendys-releases-mixtape-dissing-mcdonalds
It's actually a decent quick listen. 5 songs, 10 minutes. It's on Spotify.
Some of the best lines:
Verse 2]
Now, um, the jig is up
You wanna beef with me, then really you pressed your luck
The problem is you didn’t recognize I give no clucks
So wrap it up, turn these chickens to rubber ducks
And BK, don’t think that you got away
You copied my old menu and put it out on replay
They bring it back like rebates, fresh food on ya dinner plate
You killin' me smalls, ok? Uh, I'ma say it again
Don't play with me, it ain't safe, can't always have it yo' way
So give it up like today and we won't have this again
[Verse]
Now, let me go and set the record straight
Before you speak my name, you better think and hesitate
Got nothin' to hide, we fresh on the side, but you hide from funk
That’s prolly why you go paint your face
My meals are great, people linin' up like everyday
Leave you in shame, make you run back to Cirque du Soleil
That’s cold game, but what you expect from tryna play
Won’t say no names but you a clown, get it, okay?