So after we got to the go-kart place,
we adjusted our hats,
and recorded our thoughts,
and until someone shouted our monikers
(Tasters of Life and Cool Guys,)
we took turns at the cage
while the others recalled their most
Jersey-like memories.
Somebody died on the beach,
and they chose to shut down our requests
for more info.
We ate with the lifeguard
who shook when he spoke.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
So after we got to the go-kart place,
we adjusted our hats,
and recorded our thoughts,
and until someone shouted our monikers
(Tasters of Life and Cool Guys,)
we took turns at the cage
while the others recalled their most
Jersey-like memories.
Somebody died on the beach,
and they chose to shut down our requests
for more info.
We ate with the lifeguard
who shook when he spoke.
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