I guess my concern here is that you had a week's-worth chance to eat at Hutch's CONEY ISLAND EATERY ALL YOU CAN EAT FRANKFURTER BUFFET and you didn't get all over that shit.
Well, you should know that this weekend they're having CRAZY DAYS! Hosted in the park.
I imagine they just took the cows from dairy days and got them drunk. CRAZY!
Um. Can you please imagine drunk cows roaming the streets of Hutchinson? Because now I'm trying to hold in laughter in Dunn Bros. I mean, they cross their hooves as they walk like calves just born, they shit in front of the vacuum store, milk leaks out when they laugh really hard or hiccup, one of them just stands in the street and blocks traffic until a line of beeping cars forms. His girlfriend is like GET OUT OF THE FUCKING STREET, TODD, GOD YOU ARE SO DRUNK AND CRAZY.
I guess my concern here is that you had a week's-worth chance to eat at Hutch's CONEY ISLAND EATERY ALL YOU CAN EAT FRANKFURTER BUFFET and you didn't get all over that shit.
ReplyDeleteThat's my concern.
UM. I TRIED AND TRIED TO GET US TO EAT AT THE CONEY ISLAND BUFFET AND EVERYONE WAS ALL LIKE, NO, I CAN'T, MY TUMMY HURTS.
ReplyDeleteThat and we were looking for Dairy Day.
Hutchinson, you reek of disappointment.
ok, wait..... when are the pancakes coming in the mail?
ReplyDeleteWell, you should know that this weekend they're having CRAZY DAYS! Hosted in the park.
ReplyDeleteI imagine they just took the cows from dairy days and got them drunk. CRAZY!
Um. Can you please imagine drunk cows roaming the streets of Hutchinson? Because now I'm trying to hold in laughter in Dunn Bros. I mean, they cross their hooves as they walk like calves just born, they shit in front of the vacuum store, milk leaks out when they laugh really hard or hiccup, one of them just stands in the street and blocks traffic until a line of beeping cars forms. His girlfriend is like GET OUT OF THE FUCKING STREET, TODD, GOD YOU ARE SO DRUNK AND CRAZY.
Cows are named Todd.
Drunk cow POEM! YOU WRITE IT NOW! DON'T QUESTION IT, JUST DO IT!
ReplyDeleteOh my lord, we just WATCHED the pretzel-investment club episode when WE WERE IN HUTCHINSON!
ReplyDeleteEverything that rises must converge. You and me, why don't we call it pocket bread, huh?