Yesterday afternoon, I was waiting in line at Dunkin Donuts, when a disheveled looking old man kind of hobbled up to me. Very calmly, he said "I will bear down on you like a smoking tiger.", then he walked out the door, and down Main St.
I half expected to walk outside and encounter an old man with a shank made from melted coffee lids, but no such luck. All I can determine is that either he's either bugshit crazy, God, or an audience member from that ill fated night at the Mirage.
So yeah, watch you backs...
For smoking tigers...
I half expected to walk outside and encounter an old man with a shank made from melted coffee lids, but no such luck. All I can determine is that either he's either bugshit crazy, God, or an audience member from that ill fated night at the Mirage.
So yeah, watch you backs...
For smoking tigers...