no thanks

I can only hope the runway is durable and well-enforced.

I mean, what happened to the old days when you just went down to the boardwalk, avoided teenagers selling drugs, and played skee-ball on a cloudy Sunday afternoon?

Don't you usually need to set up a booth with a permit for that sort of thing?

Better cover the coin slot before kids start dropping quarters in there looking for a prize.

What did this outfit need more of? Honey mustard, apparently.

Ugh, it's like seeing a sack of groceries in swim wear.

And by work I mean strip club. And by strip club I mean the unmarked dumpster behind the Jiffy Lube.

That wouldn't even work anyway, you couldn't just use my number as yours... oooooohhh I get it now! Still no.

And yet, the memory continues on...

I'm just going to go back to casually playing Words With Friends over at the bar. Later!

Lose the shoes and maybe we'll talk.

The "Mouth in front of a powerful fan" look is symbolic. Symbolic of how much this blows.