Feb 24, 2009

Eva GOLD

G O L D
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I got these at the Greek deli down the street.

The one with the sun-bleached jars of olives, the greasy tables, and the goaty smelling gyros.

They keep their fucking tins in the refrigerated display case. That's right. Cold. And when I ordered these with my food the lady asked me if I wanted them open.

Well, now we're getting somewhere.

I put them in my pocket and rode straight home, opened a Firestone DBA, lopped off a hunk of yellow cheese and got down with the fish.

Gold indeed.

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5 comments:

Jonny Hamachi said...

The DBA wasn't for me, but I did enjoy their Union Jack. Now to find that there Gold in these them hills.

oldschooly said...

Oh Man! Eva GOLD?!

Do beHAVE!

A23 said...

I think I'm gonna get that walrus tattooed on the inside of my arm.

oldschooly said...

Then I can copy you. It'll be sweet.

Jonny Hamachi said...

Then I can copy you. It'll be sweet.

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