when my medicine cabinet door squeaks, it sounds like a stereotype of a 1920's gangster.
"oh, a wise guy, eh? you wanna talk to mugsy, eh?"
and every time i hear the name mugsy, i think of that lame dude dressed like a 1920's gangster at that place in new york that's like a slum version of milk and honey... east side company bar?
random
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heatherfeather
Friday, May 19, 2006
3 comments:
eastside company bar! free drinks! mariama misses heatherfeather in ny. :(
Love this blog.
I can picture this: a cabinet door fliping a coin and chewing on a toothpick. Maybe a black pinstripe cover, a rose, and a white fedora to top it all off? I'm just spit balling here.
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