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?


Anonymous Friday, May 19, 2006 12:46:00 pm  

eastside company bar! free drinks! mariama misses heatherfeather in ny. :(

Anonymous Friday, May 19, 2006 5:33:00 pm  

Love this blog.

Matthew Saturday, May 20, 2006 7:46:00 am  

You need to "take care of" your medicine cabinet door.

The Grunt Sunday, May 21, 2006 12:00:00 am  

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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