Central Avenue's House of Something, Maybe
Let me tell you a story about a man named Chevrolet. Chevrolet was a white guy, but he was pretty fly. Or something. Anyway, one day Chevrolet's Ford Taurus broke down on the railroad tracks and Chevrolet died. Not because he got hit by a train or anything; those tracks hadn't been used in years. He just happened to have a fatal heart attack after his car stalled on the tracks.
Speaking of trains, how the hell is it that Train has hit singles again? This isn't fucking 2003. 2003 was a good year, though, I guess. Windows XP was popular then. I liked XP, even if its default theme looked like something aimed at kindergarteners.
Now, now, I know what you're thinking. "Objection! Central Avenue is leading the witness!" Well, objection overruled Missy. This is a thrift store, not a courtroom, so if you're not gonna buy something, get out.
I like that name...Missy...note to self: change my legal name to Missy McCafferty before my boyfriend can talk me out of it.
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