thespis89

So I'm walking back from Wall*E and everyone on the sidewalk is fairly hammered, and as I walk past the Common I see a midget busting mad rhymes to no beat but the one in his head, and he's got four--count 'em, four--honeys in tow, and all I can think is, "am I in a David Lynch film or a John Waters film? And how long do I have to figure it out?" Because that could go a couple of different ways in a very short amount of time.