(via:angrydiamond)
I once stood at this exact spot yelling for a cab. But we needed a van. “Are you a van?” was the battle cry. To the Luxor we went for more whiskey, more gin and flipping coins.
(via:angrydiamond)
I once stood at this exact spot yelling for a cab. But we needed a van. “Are you a van?” was the battle cry. To the Luxor we went for more whiskey, more gin and flipping coins.
Standard really.