Sure, I'd rather be at the lake. But NYC weekends in summer are not to be underestimated. It's a much more relaxed and intimate town this time of year. There is significanly less traffic, noise, crowds*, and I feel like I have the whole sleepy city to myself. Cunts be gone!
Anne's Haiku on the Weekend NYC Exodus
See ya, tools and twats,
Enjoy your Hamptons horseshit!
How 'bout you stay there?
*barring of course, the tourists who take up space gawking at the WTC hole or wandering around Times Square on their way to dinner at Olive Garden after an afternoon at the Hershey's Store.
copyright, all rights reserved 2007, because clearly this is yet another great friggin' poem i wrote; steal it and die
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