ook out get out of way i'm going to the atomic cafe i'm going to the atomic cafe you're a mystery to me kabuki girl don't say sayanaro i want to see you tomorrow...
So I've decided that i want to live in an apartment when i grow up. You know how cribs people always have expansive houses with thousands of rooms and beds and couches? I want a 2 story apartment. It would have a nice little nook for this or that. And, of course, the spiral staircase and the fireman's pole.
But how would I finance this little abode of mine. Well, short of any "real" career, I'm guessing that I'd rather own my own bar... or a cornerstore... or gag shop. Think about it! The possibilities are endless. Let's explore.
Bar, pub, tavern, whatever. It would be awesome. First of all, there would be the front: one big wood door with the colored glass in it. There would be a big sign saying the name of my joint. There would be pool tables and pinball tables, and booths with tables. There would always be a nice conversation at the bar. Always rousing. Just some place thats really homey 'hey buddy, what's on your mind? this one's on the house'. Not to mention the interesting characters constantly walking in and out. Like CHEERS! but no annoying Fraisers.
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