gaaaah. how do these woman dare walk the avenues with these horrid ensembles on? first, i see a fat man in pink pleather pants sashay past my window, then an Amazon of a woman teeters by on patent leather stilettos and displays her ass crack happily via her way-too-small capris. this womas was definately at least a size 22 and i swear she bought these pantaloons in at Baby Gap. sweet jesus, gouge my eyes out now.

i think the man who sits on the bench smoking cigars incessantly pimps himself out. i think he trades sexual favors for Cuban cigars.

my stomach is killing me. blaaarrrrrrr

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