Today we ate at the Thai place on the embarcadero. It was foggy and cold outside and cramped and crowded inside and the food was steaming hot and spicy as hell and there was a lot of it. I cried and sweated and my nose ran and my lips got numb.
Then we went to The Bay Theatre and watched George Clooney kill people and boink hot italian broads and look tortured and give everyone the silent treatment, including us.
We went to the thrift stores and I found a toy whale for three dollars and brought it home.
Mark it down as one of the good ones.
It only seems they are without limit.