Why do good girls like bad boys
 Just
dropping in here from the fleshworld to leave a note for posterity.
Tomorrow I will get into a Cadillac Escalade stretch limo with
15 other guys and drive down to Atlantic
City (slogan: "Always Turned On!").
This is supposedly in honor of José's
impending nuptials,
although I believe the planners
of this event may have ulterior motives.  For
some reason one of the major stops on the trip will be to
the restaurant that claims to have invented the submarine
sandwich. Does this have anything to do with a bachelor
party? I don't know. The place displays a towel once used
by Frank Sinatra. That's kind of gross, isn't it? And what
of the "beautifully muscled boys" who reportedly
make the subs? Methinks somebody in our party is  hoping
to turn this into an informative article for a local newshouse.
But besides that, I guess we'll be hitting all the other
lovely attractions that the city has to offer. I've never
been to Atlantic City before, in fact the closest correlative
I've experienced was a dumpy little riverboat casino on the
Indiana-Kentucky border. If that experience was any indication
of my level of enjoyment of such places, my only hope is that
the casinos all stock Powers.
I do not think this is a town to be taken soberly.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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