Oh thank g-d for 711.
Good to the last drop.
WIN/STON tastes good like a cigarette should.
I'd walk a mile for a CAMEL.
Get the picture?
I always do get my thick Greek cup of Joe at the East Hill 711 in Kent whenever it fits into my no.160 bus schedule up to Rent Town.
Doesn't hurt either that the joint's East Indian owner operaters never wear masks.
How refreshing.
Talk about the dark skinned Lamanites being more righteous than the white skinned Ephraimites sometimes.
So when I stopped by there today, I saw the latest Jewish SEATTLE TIMES headline that demands that the people still wear two masks on their face; even if they get those two shots of Judah and Ephraim in REVELATION 11.
God forbid, someday we're all gonna have to die, Michael Moore.
"Look at those [jogging] people... trying to stave off the inevible decay of the human body." Woody Allen in STARDUST MEMORIES meets PURPLE ROSE OF CAIRO.
Or something along those lines.
Gregory Scott Relf's
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