In related news, I think Long Island is the best place to live on the planet. The abundant smell of Axe Body Spray wherever you go. The tans in January, the blinding glow of gold chains on the juiced up shaved chests of the resident guidos. Right. Exactly. This place is hell on earth.
Just yesterday I was at my local New York Sports Club heaving on one of the cardio machines, and there was some jagoff doing curls (with probably 20 pound weights may I add), and with every curl he grunted "SUMMERS COMING. SUMMERS COMING." Anyway, this is off topic. I just felt like giving ya'll some insight into the cesspool of humanity that is Strong Island.
