Bang a Third World Gong
*FLASH*... While ordering an expensive cup of jake and simultaneously admiring the form and color of my coffee server, I have just realized that I want to spend my evenings with a girl from a third world country, who has a reasonable grasp on the language and a mild thirst for knowledge.
Dark skin and a bulbous body, but not a caravan of junk in the trunk.
While coming to this conclusion in this chain coffee establishment, "Bang A Gong, Get It On," came over the muzak system. I looked over at the coffee server and saw her waiting on a homeless skinny, old woman. The poor transient marched in step to the snare drum and guitar riff. Maybe she was waiting on a key to the bathroom and could not even afford a cup of coffee at this store's prices.
Didn't Marc Bolan crash a car with a Northern Soul negress in the passenger seat?
Dark skin and a bulbous body, but not a caravan of junk in the trunk.
While coming to this conclusion in this chain coffee establishment, "Bang A Gong, Get It On," came over the muzak system. I looked over at the coffee server and saw her waiting on a homeless skinny, old woman. The poor transient marched in step to the snare drum and guitar riff. Maybe she was waiting on a key to the bathroom and could not even afford a cup of coffee at this store's prices.
Didn't Marc Bolan crash a car with a Northern Soul negress in the passenger seat?
posted by iggy-reilly at 10:06 AM
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