I like how there is an explicit law that prohibits you from spitting into drinking fountains. It's so very Washington. Imagine the scenario where the guy thought this up. There was probably some crotchety guy who was at a gym and got fed up with people spitting into fountains and then got all politically active about it.
Minnie's - I loved Minnie's! They had lazer shows and delicious food stuff and had a tradition of saying the old Seattle creed, "Always remember to tip your barista."
Taco Bell & Jack in the Box - WTF happened to our fast (and 24 hour, I might add) food?
Club Lagoon- I think I was the only one who liked it tho, it had a jet ski and a boat! in the bar
The old chacha - The new cha cha doesn't have a stage downstairs and less seating. IT's like the sad retarded twin of it's predecessor.
I have no idea why I'm writing this, just felt compelled.
"We need to do something about these potatoes," I said, lifting the ancient bag off of the shelf. The sweet smell of feral waste wafted through the house and I noticed some black sludge beneath the spot where I lifted the potatoes that must have been there for a year.
"Oh shit! You disturbed it," Nick protested insinuating that I had unleashed some sort of unworldly monster upon the house.
"OK Nick, you get the potatoes in the trash." "Sure, you just gotta get the streak."
I sprayed the black spot with bleach, then noticed it starting to move. Maggots had infested the potatoes and were writhing in the bleach as it brought checmical death upon them.
A white spot remains where the potato had melded with the shelf.
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