I hear that, sista. Jims on South on a friday night is nasty like cheap porn. But it doesn't bother me too much, I just watch 'em all pour out - their nasty obese selfs - whilst chompin' on my falafel from Olympia. Hell yeah falafel, now go clog your arteries up and die, fat boy.Originally posted by punkmommy
Bleah- when I lived in Philly, the cheesesteak smell was nauseating. Philly is known for their cheesesteaks, so all the delis use these huge fans to blow out the smell onto the street.