Sadly the title comes off a drunken shot, so you'll just have to believe me that I filled up at Jsm, which is a Bomba de Costa Rica. Here :
This little kitten was out all by his lonesome in the night, but what a splendid time it had! Catching little things and jumping around, twisting and turning with uncanny speed, voted most likely to have fun cat class of 2017!
Here's a train tunnel, because why not :
And now that the train has past, here's an ex-kitten, once-a-kitten or maybe never-a-kitten, well grown and thereby exhausted. Quite the difference a few misfortunes make, huh!
"But daddy, why does the streetwalker have an abdominal fold ?"
"Because she eats too much, son."
You know ?
But let's move on, lest we depress ourselves, to vehement opulence and other bourgeois refinements :
And here's the menu (other than freshly baked apple pie a la mode, delicious fig cake and other pork sausages) : coffee!
Yes, they have that many kinds ; yes you can actually tell them apart, we've tried.
Yes I always get the best cup. Yes I needed to pee on the way back so I had the car parked next to a bridge and took a piss straight into the water, tallest piss ever taken. Yes I had girl lick my penis clean after I was done because I don't want urine in my undies (saliva's ok though).
Yes, yes, yes. See you around!