Honda, BrooklynI think of my friends today. I think of them scattered all over the joint, sitting on stools, sipping beer, eating salty snacks out of the bags thrown free of charge by the fat man with the handsome son. We crane our necks from mounted TV to mounted TV, not sure which game to follow. Ok, so we are not following the Knicks game, we're only looking that direction to make the fat man happy.
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not that one. nope.
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