I don’t know how to start this. I’m torn between, “Can someone give me a massage chair,” and “Woah woah.”
I’ve realized they probably mean the same thing, more or less.
I am in New York. York of the New.
New of the York.
Nork?
Nork.
Yes. After ten hours in the car we have reached the
Big Apple.
New Yorkers, please put your forks down.
(I’ve read that when tourists say “The Big Apple.” then all the locals cringe.)
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