Everyday Yeah one-thousand four-hundred

The ‘ribs’ business was closed. Clem Tincan ordered a pastrami sandwich in an ice cream shop. The ice cream clerk spooned the pastrami out of a metal bucket with an ice cream scoop. Teeth Blindstone ordered a hotdog. I got an ice cream sundae in a waffle cone. Yeah bought a pack of skittles and asked if they could change the television to the Disney channel. A couple played chess on their ipad. The night progressed. Yeah’s skittles were stale. An angry man followed him around and kicked a Chinese restaurant. A tired man yawned on my neck. I walked home. I looked in a hair salon, but no one was home. A man with stomach issues crawled into me. I regretted ordering rib-flavored ice cream. The cherry was small and deflated.