Saw my reclusive neighbour, the Pizza King, as he walked from his front door to his garage. It was ten degrees below freezing and all he wore was: a football shirt, in the local team's colours but with his own first name on the back, and tight shorts with gym shoes. Let's just say he is not the type that looks hot in tight shorts below his pizza belly. Sorry for staring, neighbour.
Spent my day off worrying about money, reading The Observer in the library and feeling lonely while getting a hamburger to go. But I will exit this day on a high note: watching Hawaii Five-0.
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