“What did he want?”
A loan again, naturally.
just open your fucking mouth ;p
“What did he want?”
A loan again, naturally.
I feel like I’m missing something
Summer of 1972, that was my favorite song, along with “13 Questions” by Seatrain. I was working at Funland, Rehoboth Beach, and played both loud through speakers set in the windows of the 2nd floor on the boardwalk, directly above the darts/cotton candy/sno cone/racing horses. Great memories. …They pay us fine, 10 dollars a week, the food they give us ain’t decent to eat, I’m so tired can’t stand on my feet. Funland, Funland, you got to me….
Maybe all that debt is why he’s so depressed
Thanks for the ear worm
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