Nothing makes me want to suck on a tongue like the succulent scent of week-old hot dogs, urine and burnt coffee. Glamberace and his main squeeze obviously feel the same way, because here they are mouth fucking in the parking lot of 7-Eleven yesterday night. Personally, I’d rather make-out in the 7-Eleven bathroom, but they are classier than I am, so they took it outside.
And since we’re sort-of on the subject of convenience stores, here’s an 11-minute long video of me visiting my neighborhood bodega last Tuesday at 11 in the morning.
Just so you know, I had a giant bowl of fresh vegetables and big glass of tomato juice that morning. Memaw Ruth was RIGHT!