my 4 friends and i set off to coney island on the 4th to see fireworks.
when we got on the train, this kid right here was blasting "rhythm is a dancer" over and over and over and over for the 35 minute W train ride to stillwell avenue.
next, i noticed that the toes on the girl across from us were excessively long. like, she could type this post with her toes. and she also kept winking at my friend dante, who winked back and mouthed 'toesy' to her.
next, we went to the beach. it was nice and relaxing.
we stayed there for a long time, until tommy started whining of severe sunstroke and insisted on getting food. we realized coney island has the following to offer: BEER, PINA COLADAS, HOT DOGS, and FRENCH FRIES. i tried to eat the french fries. it was a no go. this was what the aftermath looked like, (those are my rejected fries sitting next to luke's nasty ckicken bones)
(to be continued)
when we got on the train, this kid right here was blasting "rhythm is a dancer" over and over and over and over for the 35 minute W train ride to stillwell avenue.
next, i noticed that the toes on the girl across from us were excessively long. like, she could type this post with her toes. and she also kept winking at my friend dante, who winked back and mouthed 'toesy' to her.
next, we went to the beach. it was nice and relaxing.
we stayed there for a long time, until tommy started whining of severe sunstroke and insisted on getting food. we realized coney island has the following to offer: BEER, PINA COLADAS, HOT DOGS, and FRENCH FRIES. i tried to eat the french fries. it was a no go. this was what the aftermath looked like, (those are my rejected fries sitting next to luke's nasty ckicken bones)
(to be continued)